Nur der Flieder ist noch am blühn

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

[ID: a photo of a very small dog, likely a chihuahua, swaddled in a large comforter with only their head poking out from the middle. End ID]

[ID: A simple digital line drawing of a face, smirking in evil delight. End ID]

ID: Two very compressed simple drawings of a generic character crying on the floor. End ID.

[ID: A photo of dandelions growing in between paving stones. End ID.]

here is a star for everyone who’s not feeling their best today (🌟)

kissing you on the forehead

with tongue?

with tongue. 🥰

[image descriptions: first image: a large wildcat licking a kit on the forehead. second image: a bear licking a cub on the forehead. third image: a cow licking a calf on the forehead]

there are very few ancient artifacts that make me more emotional than roman tombstones that thank the reader for stopping by and wish them well. there's simply something so sweet and gentle to me about imagining a traveler stopping along the road to read someone's final dedication and being sent away with the blessings of a thankful ghost

[ Text ID: Our little lives, so brief. But oh, the bloom. ]