Reblog If You’ve Cried Over A Fanfic Before. Trying To Prove A Point

Check out the zoom on a Nikon P900 camera. 

modern art

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tarot readings are the bane of my existence

i want love.

i’m not unique in that way.

everyone wants to have that one person that listens like a father, picks you up when you’re down like a sister, makes you laugh like a brother, inspires you like a grandfather, understands you like a grandmother, loves you unconditionally like a mother. 

we think we want the one person that is all of our most precious people wrapped up in one. 

but what if that person, the one, degrades you like a father, knows your weakest spots like a sister, annoys you like a brother, ignores you like a grandfather, judges you like a grandmother, and gets on your nerves like a mother. What then? 

do we accept that kind of love? are we willing to accept those qualities in ourselves as well as in our other half? 

I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING

Floral Paintings by Stephanie Fehrenbach.

We, as a fandom, have the great responsibility to NEVER LET THIS DIE.

if ‘get low’ was an indie tune (mumford and sons are shaking)