♔ -- Making themes has always been incredibly relaxing and just soothing for me, however over the years there have been many incidents where people have blatantly taken my coding and tweaked/claimed it as their own. I will always keep my themes up and continue creating more so long as I'm on here, but please, please respect the credit where it is due!
♔ -- You may edit the layouts I've made in any way you would like. All I ask is that the credit stays right where I have put it, unless clearly shown elsewhere! To continue onto my themes, simply hit the 'forgive' link below!
♔ -- Please note: I no longer answer any theme questions. I will be posting a theme FAQ page which I will add to frequently, but until it is up please refrain from asking them. My apologies. Of course, if there are any serious issues feel free to contact me on my main blog.
Don Pedro to Benedick, in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing 5.4.41-42 (via likeanoldstory)
sometimes i’m terrified by how content i am to be completely alone
i don’t know if you knew what you were doing, but the sensory details in this have officially ripped my heart into tiny little fragmented pieces and i don’t even want to pick them all up because its the best kind of ache okay. this is fucking lovely, please share your wonderful mind more often with me.
dear spn fans:
take this moment
to crawl into shannys arms
and lemme hold u okay
i will even kiss ur forehead.
I can definitely do that :) I’ll get working on it soon lovely!
I’ve decided to dedicate this summer to ridding my life of every negative energy and being. All of the negative people, the habits, the mindsets, everything toxic is being let go & I’m going to be delving deeper into myself than I ever have.
This is going to be a selfish summer of self discovery and sunlight, and nothing but positive energy and love around me.
My Instagram will most likely be drastically changing to share what I find along the way, perhaps even a username change. For now you can find me at @sleepypwincess - feel free to join in on the journey.
I want to be your late night phone call, and your drunken texts. I want to be your desperation. Your shaking and your hands and your whole heart put in my palms. I want your bitten nervous lips. Your jerk of the steering wheel when the phone rings. Your arm around the shoulder and hand around the neck. Yeah? Her? Yeah, that’s my girl. Your proud and your stubborn chin. Your jealous kisses. Kiss until your body is full. Kiss until your hands are brimming. Kiss until you can tip yourself liquid at my feet. Full of heart, mouth full of promises and dirty wants. I want your shoes at the bottom of my bed and your toothbrush in my bathroom drawer. I want your morning breath and sleepy fists over sleepy eyes. I want your thighs. Your kitten naps. Your sullen and your grouchy. I want your fire. I want to be your zenith. Your first point of contact with the sky. Eyes full of sky, eyes full of sun. Your knees and downturned mouth. Your knees and your bowed head. Your knees and your knees and the floor and your goddamn knees. There is a mountain in Nepal, they say when the sun hits it, it is the most beautiful thing anyone could ever see. I want to be your morning sunrise peak. I want to be your mountain girl.
Azra.T “That Girl” (via 5000letters)