“His love hadn’t been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he’d reached this moment, and he suddenly knew. He loved her." ― Julia Quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton
I have to upload this as a video bc you can see her think this in real time
OP you just can't leave out this golden comment
Winter Wandering.
Alexander Koltakov
#reflection_of_the_window
"Delta Canis Majoris and its neighbors." Astronomy with an opera glass. 1890.
Georg Wilson (British, b. 1998, London, England, based Ibid) - The Offering, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Panel
Dandelion (Taraxacum)
i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
"the amber liquid tasted sweet" bestie i can assure you it did not
Now the ash dances with the snow....
Lil winter dragon stickers ♡
Star Trek: Voyager I "The Killing Game Part 1"