this blog is pretty inactive, but i’m way more active on my main @soperiso !
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this blog is pretty inactive, but i’m way more active on my main @soperiso !
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“ I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death”
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dunnottar castle // stonehaven // aberdeen
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Instagram: tiffanygranted
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It’s romantic to think that every version of me was made to be with every version of you. It’s romantic to think that our love crosses universes and traverses timelines and that we were always meant to be, that nothing could keep us apart. It’s a beautiful concept. But imagine if we were never meant to fall in love. Imagine if every conceivable universe wanted us to remain apart, but it was our own free will that brought us together. Imagine if we, in this timeline, were the only versions of ourselves to become what we are. That we were never meant to be, but we carved our own paths to each other. That our love was stronger than all the force of the universe. Maybe it was always going to be me and you. But maybe it was never going to be me and you and then it was anyway. Because of us.
- you changed me. we changed each other. and maybe the whole world, too.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CGKZVZnp4fx/
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“Her heavy hair was full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of her heavy lids slept passionate violence. She was almost terrifyingly beautiful.”
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
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I really wanna open my own flower shop but I want it to also be a cafe so you can have tea and a croissant while browsing my selection of tulips
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hi! unfriendly reminder that the orange in the oval office is a racist, sexist, homophobic bastard and so are you if you support him!
make sure to smash that unfollow button if you don’t agree xx
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brown eyes are beautiful. they’re a desert sunset; the dark sand absorbing the heat of the orange sun so that when one lays in it, they are surrounded by warmth. they’re the soft teddy bear a child clutches in order to feel safe. they’re the logs of a crackling bonfire, fueling the flame and softening the marshmallow held above it. they’re the leather-bound covers of old books that hold endless knowledge. they’re the leaves one piles in the middle of their lawn and jumps into. they’re the footsteps of travelers; the dark path that follows a person through laughter and love and everything else that makes them human. they’re everything and they’re more. brown eyes are beautiful.
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