Blumarine At Milan Fashion Week Spring 2007

glimpse of us "cause sometimes when i look in her eyes that's where I find a glimpse of us" but its mikasa looking into jeans eyes at their wedding and imagining he was eren for a second

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there's something about abandoned paradis and eren that's so sad. it's like reading the story of those who had lived there before, but now all the oddments of their lives—that had once been part of every day—were gone, forgotten along with eren.

someone please drop sum english to bulgarian learning sources!

im in dire need....

Regulus’ home | A Regulus Alternate Canon Imagine

Summary: Regulus finds a home in Sirius.

A small flash of light sprinted across the sky, a sign of Zeus’ arrival, an omen of weather to come, a gift of rain. A blessing. If Regulus was being honest he both loathed and loved muggy weather. It was to similar to him to be liked, but just similar enough to be called “home” of sorts.

The gray sky was suffocating, and the rain freeing and cleansing.

The gloomy boy currently sat on a train, a small suitcase and a bag accompanying him. It’d been quite some time since he’d been anywhere other than the House of Black, or Hogwarts, he felt thrilled. And terrified. Terrified of the destination that awaited him.

He only hoped that Sirius’ offer still stood, that after everything Sirius would accept him- him and his mistakes. That maybe even he would hug him, and whisper naive lies to him, that everything would be okay.

Outside the window the scenery was darkening by the minute, the air filled with electricity. The sky crying, more honest and self-aware then Regulus could ever be.

Soon the train started to slow and before long home was near.

While Sirius’ home may be the Potter’s and their lovely home, Regulus found his home to be where his dear brother was.

Just one more stop, and Regulus would reunite with his long awaited home.

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A/N: Idk what this is, I’m only posting it cause Tumblr has deleted all my other works soo...

i think my toxic trait is actually being really terrible at writing fanfic but i’ve gaslighted myself into thinking i’m good

nobody can tell me that she burns by foy vance isn't about katniss everdeen from peeta's pov.

She is a little explosion of hope

Never turns the lights down low

She can go there if you want to though

There are no markings on her country roads

No signs that show the way back home

But when you get there, you won't wanna go

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I've frozen over my desires

Covered up in virgin snow

But when I stand beside her

She burns, yeah, she burns

Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks

And I'm burning, I'm burning

I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts

I'm melting darling and I can't let go

this is the greatest day of my fucking life