*when You’re Reading Fanfic And Forget That You’re In Public*

types of students: times of day

2am: neon lights, big dreams, phone notifications on, life plans in a journal, random burst of productivity, quiet unless with friends, poetry, working hard for something and achieving it

6am: studying with friends, pastel aesthetic, empty coffee shops, plant pots, expensive highlighters, bullet journaling, english class, finishing assignments on time, croissants

9am: motivational speeches, coffee supply that could last a year, full face of make-up, political science, perfectionism, trying your very best at everything, studying all days, hard work, ap classes

1pm: drinking tea, healthy snacks, study group, procrastination, scrolling studyblr, cute pajamas, easy a’s, philosophical conversations, getting distracted, lots of motivation, a bit lost, undecided major

3pm: after-school activities, one specific dream college, appreciating the aesthetic, reaching your goals, student council president, becoming friends with teachers, smiling in the hardest of times, studyspo pictures

7pm: messy handwriting, doodles on the paper, always looking your best, bold lipstick, scattered ideas, dark skies, tumblr in class, always the first to apologize after an argument, sweet voice, good heart

12pm: physical textbooks, libraries, campus marble walls, slow burn romance, reminiscing of what could have been, cries over bad grades, old soul, vintage

Set It Up (2018) dir. Claire Scanlon

You wish you could have been normal… I can promise you I do not. The world is an infinitely better place precisely because you weren’t. 

So I’ll be graduating high school in less than two months.

I can honestly say that I hated a lot of my high school career. I really can’t wait to graduate. But I know that when I walk across that stage to get my diploma the following thoughts will run through my head.

“Oh yeah, bout to get my ‘ploma.”

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Peggy Carter in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

“He was like a painting you wanted to burn so you could finally stop staring at it.”

— Krampuslauf, Holly Black | My True Love Gave to Me

Sirius: how do you tell someone you like them without telling them you like them

Remus: I dunno, just compliment them?

Sirius: have I ever told you how nice your hair looks in the mornings?

Remus: yeah, try that on them

Sirius: they’re really oblivious though

Remus: maybe just tell them you like them, then

Sirius: I like you, Moony

Remus: yeah, exactly like that!

Sirius: …

James: oh my god

types of people - flowers

lilacs: freshly fallen snow, slow kisses, old perfume bottles, silky hair, late mornings, the sea, meaningful looks, always buying new books, high heels, embroidery, the ‘maybe in another life’ kind of love.

hydrangeas: blueberry ice creams, sparkly nail polish, staring at the moon, doodling, jeans jackets, enjoying your own company, silver rings, long walks in the park, flavored cigarettes.

tulips: scented candles, lazy afternoons, lying in bed, chipped nail polish, loud laughs, meeting somebody for the first time, knotted headphones, golden highlighter, staring at the clouds.

lilies: cobbled roads, midnight snacks, beat up converse, hanging out with your friends, matte eyeshadows, trying to help as many people as you can, freshly picked apples, colorful patches.

forget-me-nots: bell bottom pants, pastels, abandoned beaches, headbands, cheek kisses, jeweled earrings, soft skin, the sound of rain, suede boots, old diaries, holding hands with someone you love.

hyacinths: dusty books, sunlight, dancing in your room, new stationary, long showers, ankle cuff jeans, trying new things,90’s music, loose curls, gold necklaces, staying up far too late.

types of people: creature inspired

• night owl: telling secrets to the stars, poems written at 3 AM, messy hair and sleepy smiles

• angel: sunlight making bare skin glow, the swoop of a dove’s wing, the warmth of a long hug

• forest nymph: flowers picked and placed in friends’ hair, faded pages of fairytale books, holding hands with everyone

• unicorn: smiling at strangers, warm sunshine after the rain, spilled glitter that’s too pretty to clean up

• siren: hand-written love letters slipped into bottles, seashell anklets, humming songs while lying in the tub

• fairy: the feel of moss on barefeet, whispering stories in the dark, soft giggles drifting through the wind