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I mentioned this was eventually going to turn in to a blog strictly dedicated to discussing What Dreams May Come…

Instead I decided to write myself an essay, or maybe multiple (I’m not quite sure yet,) on topics I’d like to highlight in the scheme of the film: The first being the intricacies of paternal love as opposed to maternal.

If this reaches anyone, thoughts?

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What Dreams May Come - Chapter 1 - AVAAntares - Torchwood [Archive of Our Own]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19366477/chapters/46077580
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Giammarco’s Italian restaurant in Westerville, OH. Where the boys go before Sectionals.

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The seemingly floating staircase along with a picture of the top of the staircase inside the house. 

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The stone deck where Kurt watches the waterfall.

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That moment you legit start writing smut while sitting in a Starbucks ✌🏼🤷🏼‍♀️

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“You remember now. But the memories make it worse. You never got to say goodbye.”

Unbidden, tears welled in her eyes as she stared into Cole’s understanding gaze. He sat with her in silence as she pulled her emotions back in. There wasn’t time for dwelling on what was done.

“But I got to say so many hellos, didn’t I?”

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<div> —  <p>La presión al respirar ha pasado a ser un hormigueo. Noto como se propaga desde las arterias principales hacia los capilares mas lejanos.</p><p>A veces arremete de nuevo con mas fuerza que nunca, me debilita y desemboca en arritmia y disnea.</p><p>Mi corazón sabe lo que acaece, mi mente no tanto. Bloqueo a propósito.</p><p>La anosmia de su perfume a llegado, como la de otros tantos.</p><p>Se aleja, es evidente. Delirio es lo que queda en mi pensamiento turbado.</p><p>La soledad vuelve a llamar a mi puerta, no como antes, pues ahora sé lo que es estar acompañado, lo que es un abrazo, lo que es hacer el amor, lo que es sentirse apreciado…</p><p>y lo que es ser un monstruo desconsiderado.</p> </div><span>Anosmia</span>
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<div> —  <p>Soñando espero la espera de un sueño. Mas esto no es un sueño sino una tortura. De qué me sirve hacer lo que hago si no lo ves, si no está esa mirada llena de brillo mirándome, despertándome a besos el alma, desperezando mi yugo a base de caricias con sabor a hielo.</p><p>De qué me sirve escribir si tan solo yo y esta hoja serán testigos de este dolor, de esta ausencia tuya que quema, de una cama fría y un futuro roto.</p><p>Es difícil recomponer algo que nunca se tuvo o se supo, pues no sé que me hiciste, pero preferiría haber muerto sin saber lo que es el cielo.</p> </div><span>Momentos</span>
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I like how I’ve been using and eating coconut and coconut products for the first 26 years of my life with people acting like I’m weird and crazy. But as soon as I have a kid and I find out he’s allergic to it all of a sudden everyone is on coconut oil like they Christopher Columbus and just ‘discovered’ the Americas.

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Take me back to the What Dreams May Come Tour 😩

11.24.2013

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