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i want to live a passion-driven life. how.

It’s good to grow and learn to be better. But that doesn’t mean your past self was bad or unworthy or anything like that.

Your past self got you through everything, no matter how hard that might have been. And no matter how much you might think you could have done better.

The important thing is you’re here now and even if your past self didn’t do their best, they still survived and got you here.

inktopuck masterlist !

quinn hughes:

juno | social media au

jack hughes:

miss honey | social media au

luke hughes:

the secret of us | social media au

me: *goes to nasa* hello i would like to volunteer to be thrown into the sun nasa: u would die me: i beg u

"و لو أن إبليس يومًا رآكِ، لقبل عينيك ثم اهتدى"

"And if the devil were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent"

-farouq gouida

i hope every lover girl finds her super calm gentleman who is unashamedly and insanely obsessed with her

i want to leave and go wherever lonely souls continue to grieve for the loss of the things they never had in the beginning

just a late night spill of sadness

May you be so deeply rooted in your worth that no one’s confusion can uproot your peace.

Happy Birthday to the cute, sweet, beautiful, funny, political ass 🎉 Here’s for 38 and for more and more to come. May we all all get our own Chris Evans’.

“And maybe in forty-something years, we’ll be living in a house across the sea. You’ll be 62, and I’ll be 63. I’ll be the one painting your fingernails because by then you’ll be having arthritis in your hands even if I’ll be having arthritis in my hands too. We’ll be sitting in front of the ocean for a little while when all we can do is hold hands and how holding hands can still count as making love. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers our sad youth. We’ll be holding hands whenever one of us remembers a regret, a mistake and none of it will really matter because by then we’d still have each other. We’ll be holding hands until the end of our golden days as we love each other so gently to teach our grandchildren how love is a kind of soft chaos that dances for all eternity. We’ll be holding hands while soft dancing our way towards nothingness until it’s finally time for one of us to let go knowing how love was always meant to be.”

— juansen dizon, Grow old with you