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My best friend drew this for me, as a birthday present. Please go show some love over IG! I loved the gift, and it was really thoughtfull, it would mean a lot. I do really think it’s a masterful drawing and he invested well over two month’s time drawing it, and it has been shadowbanned instantly.
boys exhauste me, men tire me. How, pray tell, may one be a good bisexual when one is like this
me after two cups of wine be like [blasts chopin] [cries over chopin] [she walks in beauty] [tschaikovsky] [quotes shelley] [wasteland, baby!] [I need a hug] [letters of vita and virginia] [there is an atrocious lack of art in my life] [I need more books] [daydreams about crush] [existential dread] [am ok now] [yearning] [ayyyyyy] [thinks about writing but doesn’t do that]
The Cloud Ships on a Windy Night, 1891
St. Nicholas Vol. 18: An Illustrated Magazine for Young Folks
bard is a combat class which is true bc I’ve never met anyone in marching band that didn’t want to throw down
playing tuba in marching band means you can power walk 2 miles backwards on your toes in 16 minutes whithout bending your knees while carrying a 35lb blunt metal object with your arms held at right angles and blasting every extra gulp of oxygen you can spare without asphyxiating to make sounds loud enough to deafen the dead in an an act of pure unchristian violence, your bard is the party member who will teach you how to kill god by example
hey bay bay 👋🏼 (at New York, New York)
that photo is one of the sexiest things i have ever seen.
Oh damn, this is super interesting. Relatable, too. From the Coping book:
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“Many traumatized individuals were quite isolated from supportive others during their childhoods. They typically endured the aftermath of abuse alone. On the one hand, this likely generated terrible loneliness, but on the other hand, isolation was also a signal that “it’s over now”, that is, the abuse had ended. Thus, some people, or parts of themselves, automatically retreat to isolation to gain a sense of safety and relief. They may develop a habit of isolating when they are stressed in the present, often without even realizing what they are doing or why.”
Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.
“Who did this to you?”
honestly i love the entire “woman falls for fearsome supernatural creature that truly loves her and treats her well instead of her intended human suitor who is only interested in the status marrying her will bring them and doesn’t care about her happiness” genre because it combines all of the things i look for in an ideal romantic partner: someone tall and strong, but tender and kind, who cares about my happiness, and fangs
if i think too long about kissing her im sure my heart would stop entirely
oops! tripped and fell and started craving romance
