Reblog If You Wear Glasses. Too Many Mutuals Don't Know They Have Glasses Wearers In Their Midsts

I love this song

types of people: elements

Fire: impulsive midnight roadtrips, hot showers, red lipstick, the warm buzz of spicy peppers, overthinking and overloving, sea salt and vinegar chips, completely passionate about everything she does, wandering art museums without a care, neon lights and glowsticks, a little messy but she tries, pop rocks, bright flashing eyes that dance in the candlelight, accidentally snorting when she laughs, a face you can’t forget even after nights you can’t remember, casual touching, the secret thrill when a lover’s hand touches the small of the back, tiny powerful tattoos, late August nights, creased book spines, cursive, always there without fail.

Air: lemon-lime seltzer water, bullet journals, old grandfather clocks, shimmery highlighter, fireflies, the smell of honey, ethereal and effervescent, always making everyone in the room laugh, opening gifts on Christmas morning, suggestive winks, fruity herbal tea, light wash jeans, philosophical discussions turning into heated debates into spontaneous make out sessions, cherry limeade, sunrises on mountaintops, classical music, gardenia soy candles, early riser, dew drops on the grass, mood swings with the weather, doodles on the cuffs of her jeans, young heart old soul, dancing in the rain, indecisive, inspirational quotes, destined to do great things.

Water: paint-speckled hands,  telescopes, freckles smattered across noses, old books, a little bit lost, bites her lip unconsciously, flowy dresses, iced coffee, stolen glances across the room, adrenaline rushes, inside jokes, a bookworm letting her hair down, shooting stars, she acts like summer and walks like rain, jazz music, always has chapstick, hides emotions until it all comes out in one big rush, sings to herself, acoustic guitars, kisses under willow trees, pressed flowers, always has a story to tell, salty ocean air, breaths of stardust, handwritten love letters that smell of perfume, bare feet, acts like she doesn’t care but she cares too much, wandering always

Earth: pine needles and campfire smoke, loving hugs that you didn’t know you needed, sandy feet on dashboards, surprisingly dark sense of humor, steadfast and loyal, full-bodied red wine, loves medieval history, haunted European castles, honeycomb, newsprint left on fingers from reading the latest headline, jasmine rose perfume, cracked lips, fast falling lights as things progress, van Gogh’s sunflowers, grass stains, feels small when looking out at the universe, iron will, combat boots, stopped clocks, scattered rose petals, deep conversations at 2am, bruised kneecaps, the perfect winged eyeliner, black and white movies, sitting on rooftops

best part of Brighton Rock (acapella)

reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

@cultofbeatle saw this and thought of geo

Sure wish I weren’t so awkward and nervous.

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Can I ask you a question? Have you ever been forced to wait hours in a crowded ticket queue with 2000+ people ahead of you? And then you got booted out too? Then what did you do?