diphylleia grayi

+mmch: steve trevor or steve rogers ♡

harry looked at his mother. stay close to me, he said quietly.

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for #blackout with a special shoutout to all the black kids in europe. we exist. we always have and we always will.

©RUBEN CHAMORRO

What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.  

hero. — Regulus Black

Dear humans, there is nothing more beautiful than cheering others on and lifting yourself up. Lately, I’ve been trying to circle myself with people who do just that. I am a firm believer that the people you surround yourself with are the people that you will become. Sadly, I feel like we are taught that trashing people will somehow make you feel better about yourself. I also feel like we are taught that calling someone else beautiful somehow takes away from your own beauty. The strangest thing is, we are all only human, and yet we try to tear each other apart. Why? What do we benefit from trying to knock others and ourselves down? We all cry. We all have bad days. We all get embarrassed. We all overthink and get overwhelmed. But we also know how good it feels to do good, to smile, to make someone else smile, and to laugh so hard your cheeks hurt. At the end of the day we’re all human, so let’s just be each other’s shoulder to lean on, you know?

Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is  r i g h t  and what is  e a s y .

I hold you in my arms, page of this unfinished novel. I’ll fill it together till the end.

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something’s not right.

Until the very end.