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put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

assiraphales

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

happyyyandcrazyyy

girl friend (draco malfoy x reader)

summary: dating draco malfoy was always within pansy’s plan to ensure her future. there’s only one problem; she underestimated just how intertwined (y/n) was on draco’s life.

or

pansy tries to ensure her relationship with draco but he always seems more interested in his best friend.

warnings: none

unrelated draco x reader fic in case u want more!!: liquid dreams !!

i. Prologue: a match made in hell.

Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Prince and Princess of Slytherin.

A match made by the devil, Weasley would mutter under his breath whenever he caught a glimpse of them walking through the corridors.

(It was rather much a match crafted by their parents, but same difference really.)

Families that belonged to the sacred twenty eight tended to stick together— with fake smiles and the desire to keep their bloodlines pure acting as the glue— so it was only reasonable that (Y/N) and Draco would grow up together. After all, in the words of (Y/N)’s mother, “keep your friends close and your possible suitors closer.”

kosmogrl

wiartes

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

• 𐙚͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ • ͏⋆˚✿˖°

• ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ • જ⁀➴

• ✩ 🎀°｡🎧⋆⸜ 🌷͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

• ๋࣭ ⭑⚝͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

• ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪

• ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ｡ﾟ ꒰ঌ ✦໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ

• ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏aesthetic simbols ! ♡

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

wiartes

（＾・ω・＾✿）͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ • .⋆♱

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ₍^. .^₎⟆

⋆🐾°͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• 𔘓

ೀ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• 𐀪𐀪

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏• ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• 𐚁

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🪐.𖥔 ݁ ˖͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

﹒⌗﹒🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ☾𖤓⛱

˖ ֹ੭୧ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲'𝘀 ⊹ ࣪ ⑅͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• .𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏• ⚤ ⚢ ♀ ⚧ ♂

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏aesthetic simbols ! ♡

dumpitos

women and art ; like if save or use

kinggizzard

im quitting tumblr

wwubwubwubwuubwub-deactivated20

ok see u tomorrow

kinggizzard

this post is now 10 fucking years old

xenasaur

and ur ass is still here

weltenwellen

Stephen Dunn, from “Mon Semblable”, Between Angels

fernand0adnan

blank-velvet

the soft, unspoken hope for a single, undeniable sign that i am wanted, not in grand gestures but in something small and certain, something that says “i choose you,” and though i tell myself i shouldn’t need it, that this should be enough, the longing remains, steady and silent, held in my body as it waits uncomfortably

blank-velvet

i wish i knew what you were thinking so i wouldn’t have to make assumptions about how you feel about me. i thought with love, you’d just know…

i know i am loved by you, i just don’t know if it’s in the way i need. and i hope, in the same way, that i’m loving you how you need too.

the soft, unspoken hope for a single, undeniable sign that i am wanted, not in grand gestures but in something small and certain, something that says “i choose you,” and though i tell myself i shouldn’t need it, that this should be enough, the longing remains

#blankvelvet

penguins-umbrella

love people confused about mel still talking about langdon almost a year after one full day of knowing him because yes actually if i had a coworker on my first day (that was also one of the most stressful of my life) who was extremely kind & caring & constantly checked in on me & would say stupid jokes & told me i was his favorite trainee & was also comically handsome i WOULD be obsessed with him no matter how much time passed

blank-velvet

sometimes i look at your old pictures and feel the same anger i carried back when we were still in that place. but when i look at you now, all i feel is love

how deeply i adore you as you are today. and i can’t help but wonder how much of that past i’ve quietly buried in my heart, just so i could fully love the person you’ve become with me.

i wonder if you feel the same too… but then again, between the two of us, i’m the one who feels more, because you don’t think with your heart the way i do.

blank-velvet

sometimes i look at your old pictures and feel the same anger i carried back when we were still in that place. but when i look at you now, all i feel is love

how deeply i adore you as you are today. and i can’t help but wonder how much of that past i’ve quietly buried in my heart, just so i could fully love the person you’ve become with me.

i wonder if you feel the same too… but then again, between the two of us, i’m the one who feels more, because you don’t think with your heart the way i do.

blank-velvet

“to look past what is difficult and to find meaning in what remains”

sometimes i look at your old pictures and feel the same anger i carried back when we were still in that place. but when i look at you now, all i feel is love

how deeply i adore you as you are today. and i can’t help but wonder how much of that past i’ve quietly buried in my heart, just so i could fully love the person you’ve become with me.

i wonder if you feel the same too… but then again, between the two of us, i’m the one who feels more, because you don’t think with your heart the way i do.

#blankvelvet #overthinking

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