just-shower-thoughts:

The older a person gets the more sad it is to hear them cry

jjeonguk:

reblog this with your sign and if you like coffee or not

gcdchosen:

purpledragon57:

purpledragon57:

purpledragon57:

• gentle face-touching
  
• crying-while-smiling (esp. if combined with a reunion)
• Wanting! To grow old together!! (bonus points if they actually do)
• standing on tip-toes/leaning down to kiss a s/o with height difference
• hugs
• soft kisses
• small gestures that wouldn’t usually be romantic but have lots of meaning behind them
• HUGS
• Battle Couples!!!
• goofy/sarcastic banter
• cute mutual blushing when they do something romantic for the first time
• hand holding
• Hugs
• did I mention hugs

It’s been half a year and I have More Feelings so I’m adding to this

• ‘it’ll be okay as long as we’re together’
  
• lacing fingers together
• tight hugs
• desperately reaching for each other when they’re about to get separated
• smiling when they talk about each other
• sideways glances
• long hugs
• fighting as hard as they can till the last possible second to protect each other
• that kind of hug where one of them leaps or rushes into the other’s arms
• noticing when they’re upset/afraid and silently comforting them
• gazing at each other
• any variety of twirling
• ALLLL the Hugs

• DANCING
  

@musestarred

writing-prompt-s:

freakingtacosamigo:

writing-prompt-s:

Your job in heaven is to look after the pets whose owners have not arrived yet. It’s your first day

NOTE: Just wrote this on Instagram, am re-posting here.

By the end of the first week in heaven, most of the animals owners had arrived. However, there was one dog. He waited, day in, day out for his master to come. And everyday, he’d trot up to me and ask the same question: “Am I a good boy?” I’d smile. “Of course you are, Buddy!” But as the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months, Buddy became more discouraged. I too began to wonder where the poor dogs master was. So I went to God. He flipped through the roll and couldn’t find Buddy’s owner anywhere. 

I walked to where Buddy lay under a tree, the cooling shade playing on his soft, golden coat. He had his eyes closed, head resting on the fresh grass. 

“I know why my master isn’t here.” He said out of the blue. “He wasn’t a good boy.” I lay down next to Buddy. “What do you mean?” I asked. He continued. “He killed the little good boy. His little good boy. So I bit him. Again. And again. Until he stopped moving. Then the people with nets and guns showed up and they pointed one at me and then I was here.” 

We lay silent for quite some time. Slow tears rolled down my cheeks. The lump in my throat made it difficult to talk, but I managed to say the words.

“Buddy, you’re the goodest boy there is.”

Originally posted by allmyworry

*cries*