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Listen to Exported Chocolate on Spotify. Join Zahra and Taciana, two friends who've decided to live abroad together on their journey in a fo
Listen on all platforms! Maybe it’ll grab your interest. Two friends in a foreign country. There are so many shenanigans to get up to!
“There’s always a little truth behind “just kidding”, a little knowledge behind “I don’t know”, a little emotion behind “I don’t care”, and a little pain behind “It’s okay”.”
— Unknown
Not all heroes wear capes…
Beautiful Handmade Book Clutches by Elena Myloslavskaya
Russian artist Elena Myloslavskaya is a fashionista with the heart of a bookworm.When she couldn’t find her dream bag, she took the decision to make her own collection in her Etsy shop called Bagatelle Studio.
With great sewing skills and a great affinity towards fantasy, Myloslavskaya’s bags are a whimsical and elegant creation based on her interests.
Deeply proud of her work and idea, she never relies on a seamstress and completes every detail in solitude. Find her entire collection here.
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A modern day duel.
Fucking amazing
this is such a look
You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.
Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.
I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.
WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER
Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.
Every single cursed moment of my tumblr existence has led me here. I am whole. I am complete.
Being a nature photographer seems great, maybe I should try…
robin williams was rad as hell..
I’m still fucking devastated about this.
Same. I’ll never get over it and nothing has been the same since.
Just want to point out that Christopher Reeve was considering suicide before Robin Williams showed up. He didn’t just make him laugh, he saved Reeve’s life. Also, he paid for Reeve’s medical bills from the accident.
*stillgrosssobbingoverthis*
I will never get past his death.
Yeah, I’m still not over this
The most beautiful, funny people are sometimes the ones hurting the most - and the best at hiding it.
Wow y'all really have Kim out here thinking that this is all her fault. That she deserved to be dragged out of her bed in the middle of the night, tied up, and thrown into a bathtub scared for her life, because of her wealth.
This “well she shouldn’t have…” done this or that, victim-blaming mentality has absolutely got to stop. No one is doing this to you guys when you post whatever it is that you just got on IG. I don’t care how much you don’t like The Kardashians. Celebrities are humans too, and people should be able to have their belongings in peace, no matter how wealthy or poor. No one should be scared to live their life
