The Hopeless Romantic Urge To Look At The Moon And Stars, Forever.

the feminine urge to wander the forest in a flowing white nightgown under the moonlight

when one character brokenly says “i have nothing to offer you” and the other character looks at them with fond exasperation, because there’s nothing else they could want except the gift of their love. that shit gets me.

I love those autumn mornings when you can smell the air and it’s a little bit cold but not too cold and there are leaves everywhere

ACOTAR characters as tumblr posts

Feyre:

Rhysand:

Amren:

Morrigan:

Azriel:

Nesta:

Cassian:

Tarquin:

Tamlin:

Lucien:

“Time passes in moments… moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life, just as surely as they lead towards its end. How rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making, or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed. But what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes? Might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? And, seeing those choices, choose another path?”

the smell of the rain is so overwhelmingly calm and gives me so much serotonin it’s unimaginable

reblog to make your blog smell like cinnamon and warm brown sugar

whenever i imagine my dream home, the kitchen is so so important. hand-painted plates, gorgeous mugs and teapots, a ton of cookie cutters to choose from, niche kitchen supplies, anything to make it feel like mine...i want to wake up early in the morning and make breakfast for me and my lover, open windows letting in the sunlight, birds chirping outside. manifesting this now.

I just think that messy low bun Lucien—