Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
JVL
almost home
blake kathryn
ojovivo
cherry valley forever
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap
#extradirty
@theartofmadeline
Product Placement
oozey mess
Origami Around
NASA
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@deermessrs
when the persona you made eats you; when the performance youve been putting on eats you; when the name they gave you eats you; when the image people made of you eats you; when the role you were assigned eats you; when the you that other people see or even made for you or you made for them takes over the you that you know and eats you alive.
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my camel straight up told me "man i am not carrying another fucking straw" like wtf asshole its just one straw whats your fucking issue
death being dubbed “the stranger” in the game of thrones universe really goes hard. like yes death is a stranger in that you only meet him once
just found out that having an actual morning routine and waking up at the same time does help me remember to take my meds every day. i am as sickened by this realization as you are
Something nobody prepares you for is that the better you get at writing the harder it becomes. beginners write freely because they don't know enough to know what's wrong. then you learn. and suddenly you can see every single flaw in real time as you're making it and you have to write anyway while your own brain is in the corner going "that's a weak verb. that transition is lazy. you've used that word three times." getting good at this is mostly just getting better at ignoring yourself.
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sitting in my living room working from home and a pigeon perches itself on the open windowsill and starts cooing like crazy. after a while i just go “bro shut the fuck up” and it actually listened. it’s still there but not even a peep
never thought i’d ever see a video of lamine yamal in a walmart but alas. these are the times
local woman doesnt choose anything.
local woman forgets that refusing to choose is still a choice.
local woman chose and then changed her mind but it was too late.
local woman chose but then forgot, due to spend the rest of her life trying to remember the one thing she actually intended for herself on purpose.
local woman still chasing the high of momentary certainty.
and for all my mutuals who always like every single one of my shit posts. you the real ones. this one’s for you
i will go to sleep! i will go to sleep! i will go to sleep!
….
*continues scrolling on tumblr*
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HAPPY WORDY WEDNSDAY your word is Bend
YAYYY WORDY WEDNESDAY THANK U FO RTHE WORD i do actually have this one in a wip as wellllll everybody say hello to flashback wwx my beloved from The Art of Loving <3
Out on the front porch Wuxian stopped, leaning the skateboard on the plastic siding just as he had at A-Ning’s house, before bending over, putting his hands on his knees and trying to breathe deeply through the wave of grief that hit him so hard it left him gasping.
This has been happening more and more often, recently. For the first few years after the accident, Wuxian had been used to this feeling, this drowning sensation that blocked out every other sense, leaving him hollow and aching.
But with time, and with the routine that he had found in the Jiang household, it had lessened. He had thought he had grown around his grief, the way they all had said he would. He left room for it, a small hole in his heart he knew would never heal, but hadn’t consumed him.
Now . . . he wasn't so sure.
He didn’t know what exactly was causing it, either.
Perhaps it was all the sentimentality of his senior year. All the events and award ceremonies and presentations, all the fliers inviting him and his parents to orientation events or to college signing photo ops.
Senior night on the soccer team had been particularly painful, though he had refused to say it out loud. There’s nothing like being surrounded by all your friends and their beaming parents to make you really miss having your own, he supposed.
🔎this wordy wednesday game
i’m haunted i’m unfuckable and i love you
So what makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?
The knife itself isn't necessarily butch. It's named that because it's wielded by a butcher, who is more butch than the other food shop owners
Hmm, I see.
What, then, makes the butcher more butch than other food shop owners?
the knife
Wordy Wednesday:
🔎finders keepers🔎
rules:
send me an ask containing a word or phrase, if it is in one of my wips then i will post the snippet! if it isn't in one of my wips, then i have to either write it into a fic OR write a drabble containing the word or phrase!
nothing more annoying than going to the bathroom right before bed then having to go again a few hours later like bitch i just emptied you what’s ur problem
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HI MY WORD FOR YOU IS conversation! MWAH MWAH
ARIK DARLING!!! mwah mwah! lots of kisses
okay so this is from you don’t go to parties which is a jegulus one-shot wip inspired by the 5sos song of the same name
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"I'm going to…" Regulus gestures to the crowd, and James nods encouragingly with a smile. It's obvious that he's not looking to mingle but merely wants to escape the conversation.
James watches Regulus wade through the room like water, drifting towards the edges, along the walls, right in the periphery of everyone’s attention.
"He's interesting," Remus speaks for the first time a while, startling James a bit.
"Who? Regulus?"
"Yeah."
James nods. "Not really what I expected, to be honest."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. We've just heard so much about him for so long that I thought when we finally met—"
"You'd hit it off and become instant best friends?" Remus asks with amusement, and James can't help but laugh.
"I mean, yeah!"
"Just because you feel like you know him doesn't mean he knows you."
James gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. "Remus, are you saying Sirius doesn't talk about us?"
Remus chuckles. "Oh, I'm sure he does. Doesn't mean Regulus wants to hear about it or even listens."
"I guess," James says with a shrug, and a beat of comfortable silence falls between them.
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wink or purple or bus <3 <3
bea!! hi friend :)
listen i tried looking for a less heart wrenching passage but i couldn’t find one so…here ya go (from my untitled boarding school!caitvi wip)
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Finally, they burst out into the night air, and a cold wave slapped her face. People were everywhere. Her neighbors, all blurry like smudged paint, stared up with devastated expressions at the streams of water arching from the fire trucks toward their burning homes.
Rows of stretchers lined the sidewalk.
Rows of black body bags.
Vi clung to Vander’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his jacket as her eyes snagged on one bag with purple hair spilling out.
"No," Vi sobbed—begged as tears began streaming down her face. She had tried to keep it together, for Powder's sake, but she couldn't help but fall apart as realization dawned on her.
She stared at the body bag and the familiar strands of violet locks peeking out, watching the exact moment the zipper began to slide down on its own, as if controlled by an invisible hand, slow and creaking until it revealed her mother's face. Soot-smeared, ashen, lips cracked, and her eyes wide open. Lifeless.
Vi's chest collapsed. "No, no, no. Mommy, please—Mommy—"
The cry in her mouth morphed into a gasp as her mother's head turned toward her, staring at Vi while she rasped in a voice that did not belong to her: Vi. Vi. Vi—
“Vi. Vi—Violet.”
Vi jerked awake, jolting into a sitting position on her bed.
Peering over her stood Caitlyn, glancing down at her with a worried expression. The dorm room snapped into focus, dim and quiet with Maddie and Gert still asleep.
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