my otherness
will spoil you
ruin you
after me, all else will taste
redundant.
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Some resources for those writing medieval-type stories:
SWOONS
THANK YOU~
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More Reasons I Love My Mom
- Me: Will u beat them up if they try to find me
- Me: WILL U BEAT UP AN OLD LADY FOR ME?
- Mom: With pleasure
- Me: I love you mom
- Mom: Old lady?? Is that your Dad or Gramma? Tee heeee
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Kay Nielsen ~ The Twelve Dancing Princesses from In Powder and Crinoline ~ Hodder & Stoughton ~ 1913
“Don’t drink!” cried out the little Princess, springing to her feet; “I would rather marry a gardener!”
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"Alberta’s had an average of two crude oil spills a day, every day for the past 37 years." →
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Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take sunset like supper
those who don’t want to change
let them sleep…
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An octopus.
Available on S6. Free worldwide shipping in effect as I type this!
Jemma’s animals are always spectacular but this just blew my mind!! wow.
For real. Jemma has an incredible grasp of shapes and colors that stuns me every time. If you like good art, do yourself a favor and follow her.
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Anonymous asked: quick! doodles of yourself as the last video game character you played as!
yeah you caught me i’ve been playing dating sims
at least i fucked my teacher
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This bird is half-derp half-badass.
Secretary Bird.
I’m pretty sure it doesn’t answer your phone calls.
is this bird even fucking necessary
nature are you serious
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the moon sings orange
half full, resting
cradled in the soft of the sky.it’s cold here tonight,
frozen breath crystallized, fallen
to dust great sweeps across the ground.
my feet lay tracks in exhaled promises
and if i retrace my steps
i can walk in your footprints.i know you are not with me.
i know you’ve forgotten
the chill that seeps into my bones,
your own skin cracking in some distant heat.still,
looking out under
the lost light of a tired crater
i am reminded that it shines on you, too.
you can look up and feel its protection as i can.perhaps the air is as still where you are
as where i am,
quiet enough that a heartbeat can drown
the noise of cities and separation.
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get out, get out
i claw at the flesh of my temple
get out, i say
to the ruined and loving
there is no room in me for you
any more
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i went down to the middle school today for relay for life and i saw my old social studies teacher i had a crush on (don’t talk to me) and he was like “hey how are you i haven’t seen you in ages?” and the first thing i blurted out was “I JUST TURNED 18” and jesus christ if that’s not the thirstiest thing i’ve said in my whole life
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