kim-quim:

When you’re in an argument and you throw that last petty shot to hit that wannabe ace where it hurts

yurio-plisetksy:

I feel like this is exactly how their conversation would go

nevver:

Blue Monday

trinketiers:

levi’s buddies

spoutziki-art:

Eugene Boudin, 1853 1 and 2

lochiels:

‘Morwenna looked around to see if there was anyone about who might have observed him. Among the bluebells were pink ragged robin and white milkmaid. Having regard to the speed with with it had been done it was a pretty bouquet . Morwenna knew from his eyes that it was meant as a bouquet. She resented the impertinence, coming as it did from one of his station. But he had gone running and hopping back into the wood.’ - The Black Moon: A Novel of Cornwall 1794-1795