I love you jar fairy

The aether becomes thick during the gloom, physical in a way that didn't evoke any single aspect. N'ephele felt it dance in his lungs like a too-crisp spring breeze, cut across his skin as if moving through sand. His tail and the loose hair falling from his ponytail frizzed with static, and his fingertips felt the cool rush of a stream. Shivers ran down his spine at the same time that his face felt the sting of a bonfire. He'd learned in his studies that darkness was the true source of it, the force of unrelenting active energy. It connected him to those little joys of being in nature, each going a little too far, twisted into vague annoyances that added up and conflicted into a confusing mess. He should have hated it, the borderline sensory overload, but it never lasted long enough to do any damage. Besides, the sky was simply too pretty to stay locked up in the Rising Stones or a tent. The deep mauve of the horizon fading up to gold, rainbows and glimmers of light cutting through the veil of darkness all called to him. His mom, gifted in aethersight, had told him it reminded her of his soul.

god with me on a random night in 8th grade

just gift-o-matic things

decision 🕑🕑🕑

Puarposting ^113^

thank you dear keroppi 10 colors in 1 ballpointpen i love you very much

[more about medieval weasel beliefs]

Diary of a Wimpy Kid dir. Thor Freudenthal

what if a shrimp was a baby..........................

hm yes the mysterious handy tool for unusual home adventures with a twist my favorite device

Haha yeah man thats- youre gonna call who?