Just Remember That The Things You Put Into Your Head Are There Forever.

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

STRINGS ATTACHED MOODBOARD INDEX ― [1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9] 

i’m officially making one of these for each chapter of strings attached in no particular order, since i honestly love this fic with all of my heart & soul & it cures all of my chronic illnesses. 

a moodboard inspired by chapter FOUR of @hannahberrie’s fanfiction: “ STRINGS ATTACHED. ” (aka the scene in which el kind'a “ hijack’s ” mikes car & then the two kind'a go on an unplanned slushie date) .

El looking for her supersuit, Mike freaking out about his dinner plans.

“NO, YOU CAN’T GO FIGHT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL MONSTER RIGHT NOW, I MADE POT ROAST!!!!! AND EgGoS!!!”

Which person In your OTP is looking for their super suit, and who’s worried about their dinner date?

Her

I have seen her straight out of bed.

Bed hair, bed eyes and bed smile.

Lying on her favourite pillow, with her favourite cover

Drawn up her body like the most fragile ferocious shield

Waking up after a night that seems to go on forever;

Relentless, tiresome ticking away of seconds that gushed in with anxiety and misery.

I have seen her calling it a night when the sun is about to shine and waking up feeling perplexed with no recollection of how she survived the darkness.

I have seen her straight out of bed and she has looked like the most exotic and lonely thing to walk Earth.

And I do not remember loving anyone else so fiercely.

She is sugar, curiosity, and rain.

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars (via the-book-diaries)

Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?

Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth (via the-book-diaries)

You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You’ve still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice, and thank goodness for that.

Roald Dahl, The Witches (via the-book-diaries)

succulent magic ✨

QUEEN CHARLOTTE & KING GEORGE

you know these moments when a friend just casually says something that validates your friendship, like just refers to something as “our place” or “our thing” and suddenly your heart is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil and days later you’re still thinking about it

It’s not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via the-book-diaries)