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i don’t post my face a lot but this lük won an award so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Look at this face! That’s the wink that is given to the cops after walking from a museum with the ill gotten gains of a night well stolen.
Had to learn this the hard way
cdnpgn
Winter sore throat “tea”- In a jar combine lemon slices, organic honey and sliced ginger. Close jar and put it in the fridge, it will form into a “jelly”. To serve- spoon jelly into mug and pour boiling water over it. Store in fridge 2-3 months.
chubrubqueen
Reblogging this in case any of you little jelly beans get sick (◡‿◡✿)
Super useful for this coming winter!
Hint: You may wish to remove the peel from the lemon first because it can make the concentrate a bit bitter.
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Belle missed her first assignment.
(feat. @lost-girl-23)
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Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.
ultraviol-et
he’s wearing crocs
risingconfidence
He grew a tree into a chair. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.
Ewan McGregor by Annie Leibovitz (1998)
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louder for the people at the back
COME ON NOW
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swing-out-savvy
I luv tall follows
Reblog if you agree 👌
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So I was listening to a rain loop (because it’s very nice and soothing for someone like me), and I was also listening to “Hamilton” at the same time. When “Burn” came up, I thought it felt so right to have the light rain and thunder accompanying the song (and Phillipa’s amazing voice *deep voice* DAMN). So, I went into Garageband and threw this together real quick. @linmanuel, I hope you don’t mind. :D
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bundyspooks
reblogging for the sheer Halloween ambiance of these pics
!!!!
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NOTHING
let me tell you something:
no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered
and think -
damn, you are beautiful.
no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and
assemble them into a beautiful whole.
hell,
you won’t even look at yourself and think -
I made broken look beautiful.
you know why?
because all those writers lied to you.
yes,
all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and
blood dripping down chins,
pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like
hurricanes.
liars.
so you and i,
we are going to make a plan.
you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror,
you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you
but still writes about you.
here is what you are going to romanticize instead:
you are going to romanticize the first day of spring,
its gentle hands all over your body,
lifting you up until you are as light as a feather.
you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love,
no hurricanes,
but sunshine that builds you up from within,
that helps you make it through the worst days.
you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend
in yours,
telling you that it is going to be okay.
because it is.
and don’t trust poets,
we’re no good,
we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality -
there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and
empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls.
you know what is beautiful, instead?
the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile,
scars and all.
music that makes your soul flow like a river,
books that offer comfort,
families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm,
friends that give you strength when you can find none,
lovers who make you laugh through tears.
baby,
from now on
you are going to romanticize healing;
honey dripping down your fingertips,
August nights that stick to your skin,
the day you find your purpose,
long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now.
bad news:
no one is coming to save you.
good news:
you can save yourself.
Source: wnq-writers
mary poppins fits the mythological role of a trickster god, discuss
She….she shows up in a time of dullness, creates chaos and drives on the story, but always is sure that everything is fixed, though changed, often for the better. Lessons were learned. Holy crap, she fits the archetype very well.
zetablarian
This continues to be my favorite conversation-starter post on this site.