angelicfoole

[angelicfoole]

@cosmicfoole 😭💖 @ that last post you made

#cosmicfoole #💔💔💔💔 ilysm!! get well soon 😭 #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 : juliet’s advocate .

[angelicfoole]

rachel & josh.

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 : i don’t want to leave you lonely but i’ve run out of love this time . #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : she wears flowers in her hair and magic secrets in her eyes . #only reblogging bc she looks so cute here 😭

[angelicfoole]

DEAR LOVE by SARAH BAHBAH starring NAILEA DEVORA

#aesthetic. #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : every rose has its thorn .

[angelicfoole]

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 : a rose by any other name would smell as sweet . #cosmicfoole #this is so romeo core 😭

[angelicfoole]

﹠.       ♡       ◞       ⊱       𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒    ;     to  whom  does  your  heart  belong  to? 

your  heart  belongs  to…  your  lover!

you  were  never  loved  as  much  as  you  deserved  growing  up.  your  heart  catches  fire  when  you  feel  the  love  of  another  now,  and  when  you  return  that  love  you  do  so  with  the  full  force  of  your  soul.  to  you,  love  is  like  air,  your  lungs  are  begging  for  it  with  every  beat  of  your  heart.  you  are  passionate  to  the  end,  you  embody  the  bones  of  your  ancestors  who  were  buried  together.  you  are  just  as  loved  as  you  are  human.

tagged by: @endlss-voiid (thank you ♡)

tagging: the lover to whom juliet's heart belongs to - @cosmicfoole , and whoever else wants to do this!

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : she wove stars into her hair and let them soften her heart .

[angelicfoole]

its them

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐎𝐓𝐏 : my soul will find yours . #love this sm 😂

[angelicfoole]

the size difference is KILLING ME

#cosmicfoole #😭😭😭😭 we just gushed over this exact thing bye #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐎𝐓𝐏 : my soul will find yours .

[angelicfoole]

“well,  that  would  explain  why  you’re  so  sweet.  and  how  you  manage  to  sneak  in  at  night  without  anyone  noticing.  apparently  lions  and  cats  in  general  are  real  stealthy.”  there’s  laughter  hidden  in  her  voice,  a  gleam  of  playfulness  in  her  dark  eyes.  she  doesn’t  have  a  favorite  side  of  him,  loves  him  whole,  flaws  and  charming  traits  alike,  but  there’s  something  special  about  this  innocent,  boyish  smile  of  his.  something  that  makes  her  want  to  play  along  every  single  time,  just  to  see  this  very  look  linger  on  his  face  for  a  moment  longer.  “it  doesn’t  matter,  honeybun.  and  besides,  vengeance  is  no  solution.  you  know  that…”  she  can  tell  that  he’s  been  serious  this  whole  time,  and  although  she  doesn’t  want  to  enable  him  and  in  turn  get  him  into  trouble  for  avenging  her  bike,  she  does  want  him  to  know  that  his  offer  alone  means  the  world  to  her.  “what  matters  is  that  we’re  here  now.  together.  you  make  me  feel  safe,  romeo.”  in  a  way  no  one  else  ever  has  or  will.  “i  know  you’d  do  anything  to  protect  me  and  make  me  happy,  and  i  hope  you  know  that  it’s  mutual.  i’d  do  anything  for  you.”  safety  is  clearly  only  an  illusion  as  their  families  could  easily  tear  them  apart,  but  in  the  darkness,  hidden  from  curious  eyes,  and  with  romeo  by  her  side,  juliet  feels  invincible.  she  could  care  less  about  what  paris  did  to  her  bike  years  ago.  “you  must  be an  angel,  too.  only  angels  can  see  other  angels  for  what  they  really  are.”  her  heartbeat  quickens  when  he  touches  her  bare  arm.  heat  rushes  to  her  cheeks.  it’s  a  miracle  she  doesn’t  stumble  over  her  words,  the  way  she  usually  does  when  he  lays  his  hands  on  her  skin.  “we’ll  have  to  find  a  way  to  make  up  for  those  lost  years  then.  go  on  as  many  adventures  as  we  can  now.”  it’s  a  pity  they  can’t  turn  back  time  and  find  each  other  sooner.  she  could  have  used  a  best  friend  who  wasn’t  her  own  blood  growing  up.

“promise  me  that  you’ll  always  be  honest  with  me,  no  matter  what,  alright?”  she  whispers  into  the  space  between  them,  stopping  in  her  tracks  to  gently  cup  his  chin  and  urge  him  to  lower  his  head,  look  her  in  the  eyes.  she  knows  better  than  to  openly  question  whether  he’s  being  truthful  with  her  or  feeding  her  white  lies  to  avoid  hurting  her  feelings  and  make  her  worries  go  away,  and  so  she  studies  his  expression  as  if  she  were  trying  to  read  his  mind.  “still,”  she  sighs,  deciding  after  another  moment  that  she  does  believe  him.  though,  maybe  the  rose  garden  is  to  blame.  the  heat  only  serves  to  intensify  their  smell, and  juliet  feels  almost  light-headed,  intoxicated  in  a  way.  “you  have  to  be  careful.”  she  licks  her  lips  to  keep  herself  from  lecturing  the  other,  her  dainty  fingers  absently  adjusting  the  cross  necklace  so  that  it’s  nestled  between  his  collarbones.  “your  sensitive  nature,  that’s  what  i  was  talking  about,”  she  muses  softly,  the  pads  of  her  fingers  traveling  up,  tracing  the  curvature  of  his  jawline  with  affection.  “i  love  the  fact  that  emotions  don’t  scare  you,  that  you’re  so  thoughtful  and  can  pick  up  on  the  feelings  of  others.  don’t  ever  let  anyone  convince  you  that  being  sensitive  is  a  bad  thing.”  she  can  see  the  lights  of  her  parents’  mansion  shimmering  in  the  distance  and  suddenly  her  stomach  turns,  twisting  into  a  knot.  everyone’s  most  likely  asleep  at  this  time,  and  they  know  how  to  avoid  cameras,  but  for  whatever  reason  it  feels  like  russian  roulette  every  single  time  —  is  tonight  the  night  they  get  caught?  or  are  they  still  the  lucky  ones?

“perhaps i am a lion who loves to eat a lot of honeybuns.” romeo playfully answers, childlike smile pulling at his lips. she was good at that— in a moment he was simmering in anger, he turned back into tender & playful nature all from juliet coaxing it out of him. “yes, but…” juliet had a point and she was clearly urging him not to do anything so tempting, so he should obey when he lived to please her. but he couldn’t deep down— simply let it go. not when his protectiveness ran fi“no, not these angels i speak of.” romeo quickly reassured, capturing her wrist as he leans back, hand gently running down her arm. “i wish for that, too. you could have been my best friend starting so young and we could have all sorts of adventures.”

and he would have protected her from people like paris. back then, he was more timid about getting into fights with people. sometimes, he'd grow cowardly about things like that but he's certain if it came to him and a younger juliet he would've stepped up despite any fear. why couldn’t they grown up like that? “no, no… it wasn’t anything involving a capulet. i understand they don’t play fair.” he learned that from observing a long time ago and he learned that during an already past fight that had involved a fight with a capulet. “don’t worry, juliet. it was a play fight that turned rough with one of my own friends.” something like that. “what do you love?” he questions curiously, for further explanation. a happy smile gracing his lips, following her through the garden and contemplating on stealing one of the flowers with his tempting fingers. “okay, i promise.” that he'll do better about expressing what's happening inside his head, even if he feels overly sensitive about it most times.

#cosmicfoole #verse: modern. #the way he thought about stealing a flower :') cute lil thief

[angelicfoole]

well, @cosmicfoole, you’re acting in true montague fashion 😒😂

#cosmicfoole #crack. #save. #STOP 😂😂😂😂 it will never not be funny

[angelicfoole]

CAMILA MENDES as VERONICA LODGE RIVERDALE “Chapter Twenty-Five: The Wicked and The Divine” (2017-2023)

#for real!! this is the most r+j like moment ever 😭 #the rosary and the church #the whole setting 😭

[angelicfoole]

#screaming!! look at her necklace and his too 😭 MY HEART #save. #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : she wears flowers in her hair and magic secrets in her eyes .

[angelicfoole]

﹠.       ♡       ◞       ⊱       𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓   ;   down  on  the  west  coast,  they  got  their  icons,  their  silver  starlets,  their  queens  of  saigon,  and  you’ve  got  your  music.  you’ve  got  the  music  in  you,  don’t  you?

#edits. #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : she wears flowers in her hair and magic secrets in her eyes . #aesthetic.

[angelicfoole]

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 : i have birds that sing .

[angelicfoole]

RACHEL ZEGLER attends "The Hunger Games: The Ballad Of Songbirds & Snakes" Los Angeles Premiere (Nov 13, 2023)

#﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : she wears flowers in her hair and magic secrets in her eyes .

[angelicfoole]

their chemistry.

#squealing 😭 #always reblogging because my blog needs these two #﹠. ♡ ◞ ⊱ 𝐎𝐓𝐏 : my soul will find yours . #never enough 😭

[angelicfoole]

“you  really  are  as  sweet  as  a  honeybun,  hm?  and  brave  like  a  lion,”  juliet  muses  in  a  sing-song  voice,  feeling  oddly  touched  by  romeo’s  offer  to  avenge  her  old  bike,  by  how  dear  she  truly  must  be  to  him  and  how  deeply  he  cares  about  her  feelings.  the  lengths  he’s  willing  to  go  to  for  her.  however,  although  some  devious  part  of  her  would  like  to  see  justice  being  served  at  paris’  doorstep,  her  heart  will  not  allow  the  other  to  take  such  risks.  “it  was  a  long  time  ago,  my  love.  let  sleeping  dogs  lie.  i’d  never  forgive  myself  if  anything  happened  to  you  because  of  something  so  trivial.”  if  anything  happened  to  paris’  precious  possessions,  his  car  or  bike,  suspicion  would  surely  fall  on  a  montague.  “an  egotistical — romeo!”  the  brunette  snorts,  unable  to  help  herself.  her  small  hand  gently  collides  with  the  other’s  shoulder  —  that’s  what  he  gets  for  making  her  laugh  out  loud  when  she  should  be  keeping  quiet.  she  quickly  clasps  the  same  hand  over  her  mouth  to  prevent  more  giggles  from  spilling,  but  her  eyes  are  still  shining  with  glee.  an  egotistical  baboon,  she’ll  have  to  write  this  one  down.  “oh,  is  that  who  i  am?  angel  of  the  day  and  the�� night?  aren’t  angels  of  the  night…  demons?”  she  playfully  inquires,  letting  her  hand  fall  from  her  face  so  that  she  can  curl  it  around  his  shoulder  when  he  leans  in.  her  olive  cheeks  flood  with  heat  as  his  lips  brush  against  the  shell  of  her  ear,  sending  a  shiver  up  her  spine,  her  stomach  fluttering,  butterflies  dancing  between  her  ribs.  she  can  smell  the  faint  hint  of  cologne  on  his  skin,  a  trace  of  spearmint  on  his  breath,  and  for  a  second  thinks  her  heart  will  jump  out  of  her  chest.  he  pulls  back,  but  her  skin  is  left  tingling,  warmer  where  he’s  just  touched  her.  “i  know  we’re  lucky  to  have  met  when  we  did,”  with  their  whole  lives  still  ahead  of  them,  “but  i  sometimes  wish  we’d  known  each  other  when  we  were  children,  that  it  was  you  i  grew  up  with.”  and  not  paris.  they  would  have  had  so  much  fun  together.

“was  tybalt  there,  too?”  she  questions,  concern  still  dripping  from  her  voice.  she  recognizes  the  kisses  to  her  cheeks  for  what  they  are  —  a  distraction  —  and  refuses  to  let  them  deter  her  from  learning  more  about  where  and  how  exactly  he’d  gotten  hurt.  “what’d  he  or  the  others  say  or  do  this  time?  you’ll  get  yourself  hurt  one  day,  romeo.  seriously  hurt.  if  it  was  tybalt  and  his  friends,  you  need  to  be  careful  and  remember…  they  don’t  play  fair,  baby.”  her  father,  her  uncles,  her  cousins,  not  a  single  capulet  plays  fair.  that’s  how  they  got  to  where  they  are.  they’ll  stop  at  nothing.  “let’s  get  inside.  we’ll  put  some  ice  on  it.”  she  almost  doesn’t  want  to  move,  feeling  so  safe  and  warm  in  his  embrace,  but  after  another  moment,  forces  herself  to  take  a  small  step  back.  she  carefully  takes  his  wrist  into  her  hand  and  begins  to  gently  guide  him  through  her  mother’s  flower  garden,  making  sure  the  watchful  eyes  of  her  father’s  cameras  won’t  reach  them.  they’re  hidden  here,  among  rose  bushes  and  marigolds,  with  only  thorns  and  the  treacherous  moon  as  enemies.  “i  tell  myself  that  god  wouldn’t  have  brought  us  together  if  he  wanted  us  to  suffer  forever,  that  he  must  have  a  plan  for  us.”  it’s  one  of  the  things  that  the  two  of  them  have  in  common  —  their  love  for  god,  the  amount  of  trust  they  put  in  him.  “i  love  that  about  you,”  she  admits  truthfully,  stopping  in  her  tracks  just  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  his  handsome  face.  her  hand  squeezing  his  wrist.  “but…  i  don’t  want  you  to  suffer  because  of  it.  whenever  you’re  thinking  deeply  about  something  or  something’s  bothering  you,  let  me  in  on  those  things,  okay?  we’ll  talk  them  through.”  she  doesn’t  want  him  to  feel  like  he’s  alone  in  the  world,  like  no  one  understands  him.

"what should stop me, then? from slashing the tires on something of his." romeo thought of it before actually thinking on refraining from saying it, he didn't see why not though. it bothered him the second juliet told him about something cruel that he did way back into her childhood, but it could've happened yesterday for all he cared. he'd avenger her bike, no mater the years. time was just an illusion, anyway. "i shared no worries of feeling i should be in competition with an egotistical baboon," he reassured, sassily and plagued with hatred he went around trying to preach they shouldn't be filled with– but so be it, a hypocrite when it came to paris. "but i appreciate you reassuring me, angel of the day and the night." his voice softened as head dropped next to her ear, genuinely grateful for that as he smiles sweetly at the kiss she gifts his chin. turning his head to press one to the shell of her ear. "well, if i had been there– i would have helped you." he would have easily used his lanky body at ten years old to be her shield with his hands out reached, prepared to catch her if she fell.

"just... rough-housing." he answered, sugar coating the truth because he didn't want to worry her– actually. he wanted to kiss away the concern he did see so hands pulled away to cradle her face, kissing each swell of her cheek. "i agree with this solution– praying." that's why he never stopped and never removes his cross from around his neck, he wouldn't be able to survive the cruelty of this world if not for prayer. if no conversations with God. "i understand... i get wrapped up in things sometimes is all," sensitive. too sensitive, it was his flaw; he knew. but it wouldn't change because that was something too deeply rooted into him. at least, he could feel lighter weight from worry from juliet's words though. and the embrace, it helped even more as his long arms wrapped her up in his warm hold.

#cosmicfoole #verse: modern. #egotistical baboon took me out sjkdnfsdjf

[angelicfoole]

@cosmicfoole , felt obligated to save this

#crack. #juliets bf looking so majestic lol