I Killed One Brother And The Lord Punished Me, Who, I Would Like To Know, Is Going To Punish The Lord

quiz: are you hamlet, or are you horatio?

Rest in Power Dominique Fells.

Rest in Power Riah Milton.

Your lives mattered. 💜

Luzon Bleeding-Heart (Gallicolumba luzonica)

“the stars said hello, love.”

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escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love

feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns

being in a vintage fairytale

wandering the avenues of vintage New York City

living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

Half of being trans is being hypervigilant against transphobes. Like, I spent 15 minutes scrolling down on a blog that I would be super interested in just to make sure that it wasn’t going to start reblogging stuff from my favorite transmisogynists. Turns out that my hypervigilance was right again.

Vincent Cacciotti

me: babe u look like an angel :)

her:

hektor knew he was already dead and andromache knew it too. but still she drew him a bath.. hope really is an open wound on the souls of mankind. and what a wound to tend to