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// Anya // 24 // Brazil // INFP // Taken // Writer // Filmmaker // Dylanesque // Spleen // Whovian // Sherlockian // House Targaryen // Hufflepuff Pride // Books // Coffeeholic // So fluffy I'm gonna die moments // Loves creepy things // Cuppa tea?
 
circlemaze: A year ago, we took this picture. Today I decided to post it. THAT, my dear children, is procrastination.

circlemaze:

A year ago, we took this picture.

Today I decided to post it.

THAT, my dear children, is procrastination.

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes. I love you. I wish you. I miss you.

Sweet-cakes and milkshakes.

I love you.

I wish you.

I miss you.

I love the fact that Rodrigo is of course, my fiance, and also my mentor when it comes to writing. So when I do something wrong, or go waaaaay beyond the lines from the Rule of Cool, he just make me stop what I’m doing and start pointin out what should I ask myself in the character’s place. I know these type of questioning is obvious when writing, but is really good to have someone from the outside - someone you REALLY trust from the outside guiding you in this writing journey. Thank you, love.

Happiness. We and our fantasy world.

Happiness.

We and our fantasy world.

Can I go back in time please? Where’s the Doctor?

All the love in the world.

All the love in the world.

Just came back with Rodrigo from the Game of Thrones Exhibition. DAMN. I WANNA GO BACK AND NEVER LEAVE THAT PLACE!

circlemaze: Anya gave me this phone sleeve, to go with my Jon Snow costume =3 :3 Glad you liked it, love.

circlemaze:

Anya gave me this phone sleeve, to go with my Jon Snow costume =3

:3 Glad you liked it, love.

[♥] And if you want me, I’m your country.

[♥] And if you want me, I’m your country.

circlemaze: Jalan atthirari anni. Shekh ma shieraki anni.

circlemaze:

Jalan atthirari anni.

Shekh ma shieraki anni.

circlemaze: I NOM YOU =* I LOV YOU =*

circlemaze:

I NOM YOU =*

I LOV YOU =*

To my french girl, R. Cali

To my french girl, R. Cali

To be with Rick is just so easy… Is like the simple act of breathing. Is waking up in the morning curled up in his arms, and then, with a slice of a second - the smell of coffee right beside the bed. I love this little things. I love to watch him cook, and most of all to be his dancer in the kitchen. I love to watch him think, because his brain is something from outerspace that I want to eat someday (seriously). Sometimes it makes me sad that he has no idea of how fascinating he is. He is the most fascinating and beautiful man I ever met. I love how funny he is, even if he acts silly - gosh, I love when he acts silly! I love how he can make me smile almost with a snap of the fingers, and how we consider fun to burn insects and hold hands. I love how he tries to scare me all the time, and that everytime it’s a sucess. I love his nose that fits his face in a perfect way. I also love his beard, and how after cooking tai food it smells like curry. And when he leaves the shower, I love the smell that fills the room, shirtless, and how he don’t believe me when I say with a smile ”you’re so hot”. I also love when he takes off his glasses, surprising me with with his hands. Those strong hands. I love when he puts them around my neck, and to watch his eyes gaze me as if I was his prey. I love when he tells me how I am a good girl when I cum, and how he changes the tone of his voice by telling so. I love how he takes care of me, and how he respect my time when I need some. I love his hair. His lion hair. All messy, but perfect messy. And his Jedi braid, that makes me wanna hold it forever, so he can never leave. I love how he hates drama over nothing, and how he put me back to my senses when I’m putting myself down. I love how smart he is, and how he can learn and memorize everything if he wants to. I love how excited he sounds when talking about his students and his work, also how all of a sudden he comes up with an awesome story idea. I love when we argue, because when we argue is the moment we confront eachother knowing that we’re tardigrades, and that our fights are nothing compared to what we are in a whole. I love how he knows how to read me, and how he thinks I don’t like it, even ‘tho I do. I love the fact that he believes in my work, and how I believe in his. I love his honesty, and how neutral he is. I love how I made the mistake by thinkin he was Snow, when actually he was Tyrion all along. I love what he values, and how that makes him an amazing person. I love to see him proving himself right - which happens a lot. I love to think our first date was watching Doctor Who and eating cookies, and that when we travel, we keep doing the things we like - no pressure to be the ”cool kids”. I love that he’s a completely 80’s nerd. I love that he understand my fascination of horror, and how we share the same insane fantasies. I love to hold him, there’s nothing better in this world than that hug, time seems to stop and there’s only us in the world.I love the way we love eachother, and how partners we are. I love the way we trust eachother and how we simply can’t lie to one another. I love the way he makes me feel about myself, about us, about the world. I love when he tells me how the universe works, and how amazing science is. I love when he gets excited talking about a poetry, like a child, and it’s true meanings. I love how he can predict that I want pop corn, or just a sandwich. I love how he sees me as a Dragon and as a Kitty at the same time. I love how he showed me my strenght, and how he told me that my fears was what made me brave. I love the fact that we’re gonna build a family. He’ll be a great husband. And I’m sure he’ll be a great father. I love how his vision of family is just like mine. And how he couldn’t care less about money, even knowing that we need it. I love to think that my last name will be Cali. And that we’ll share everything. Because I’m more than up for this. I’m already there, actually. Anya

To be with Rick is just so easy… Is like the simple act of breathing. Is waking up in the morning curled up in his arms, and then, with a slice of a second - the smell of coffee right beside the bed. I love this little things. I love to watch him cook, and most of all to be his dancer in the kitchen. I love to watch him think, because his brain is something from outerspace that I want to eat someday (seriously). Sometimes it makes me sad that he has no idea of how fascinating he is. He is the most fascinating and beautiful man I ever met. I love how funny he is, even if he acts silly - gosh, I love when he acts silly! I love how he can make me smile almost with a snap of the fingers, and how we consider fun to burn insects and hold hands. I love how he tries to scare me all the time, and that everytime it’s a sucess. I love his nose that fits his face in a perfect way. I also love his beard, and how after cooking tai food it smells like curry. And when he leaves the shower, I love the smell that fills the room, shirtless, and how he don’t believe me when I say with a smile ”you’re so hot”. I also love when he takes off his glasses, surprising me with with his hands. Those strong hands. I love when he puts them around my neck, and to watch his eyes gaze me as if I was his prey. I love when he tells me how I am a good girl when I cum, and how he changes the tone of his voice by telling so. I love how he takes care of me, and how he respect my time when I need some. I love his hair. His lion hair. All messy, but perfect messy. And his Jedi braid, that makes me wanna hold it forever, so he can never leave. I love how he hates drama over nothing, and how he put me back to my senses when I’m putting myself down. I love how smart he is, and how he can learn and memorize everything if he wants to. I love how excited he sounds when talking about his students and his work, also how all of a sudden he comes up with an awesome story idea. I love when we argue, because when we argue is the moment we confront eachother knowing that we’re tardigrades, and that our fights are nothing compared to what we are in a whole. I love how he knows how to read me, and how he thinks I don’t like it, even ‘tho I do. I love the fact that he believes in my work, and how I believe in his. I love his honesty, and how neutral he is. I love how I made the mistake by thinkin he was Snow, when actually he was Tyrion all along. I love what he values, and how that makes him an amazing person. I love to see him proving himself right - which happens a lot. I love to think our first date was watching Doctor Who and eating cookies, and that when we travel, we keep doing the things we like - no pressure to be the ”cool kids”. I love that he’s a completely 80’s nerd. I love that he understand my fascination of horror, and how we share the same insane fantasies. I love to hold him, there’s nothing better in this world than that hug, time seems to stop and there’s only us in the world.I love the way we love eachother, and how partners we are. I love the way we trust eachother and how we simply can’t lie to one another. I love the way he makes me feel about myself, about us, about the world. I love when he tells me how the universe works, and how amazing science is. I love when he gets excited talking about a poetry, like a child, and it’s true meanings. I love how he can predict that I want pop corn, or just a sandwich. I love how he sees me as a Dragon and as a Kitty at the same time. I love how he showed me my strenght, and how he told me that my fears was what made me brave. I love the fact that we’re gonna build a family. He’ll be a great husband. And I’m sure he’ll be a great father. I love how his vision of family is just like mine. And how he couldn’t care less about money, even knowing that we need it. I love to think that my last name will be Cali. And that we’ll share everything. Because I’m more than up for this. I’m already there, actually.

Anya

edge-0fheaven: nom nom nom

edge-0fheaven:

nom nom nom