these violent delights

you're not a god but it sure as fuck feels like it

[sandmandaddy69]

[monopole]

[deiumjeito]

aesthetic | Come Tumbling Down - Seanan McGuire (Wayward Children #5)

[the--far--lands-deactivated2023]

A stimboard for the Mystic Grove w/ forests;; nature;; foxes & Minecraft

for our pack of Biomes O Plenty stimboards ( 14 / 137 ) !!

Credits :

🌲 x 🦊 x 🌲

🟪 x 🟩 x 🟪

🌲 x 🦊 x 🌲 x 🩹

[smp-kin-help]

Can I ask for a Fundy moodboard with themes of nervousness/anxiety, preferably with darker colors?

sure thing! i hope you like it!

[sweetoothgirl]

Cake Design

[aoimaterasu]

- ''Gentlemen. I would say, so far, this has been a really fine evening... and what a fine evening for some good old double-crossing, huh?''

[alittlebitofwonk]

Sic semper tyrannis… Thus always to tyrants.

[alittlebitofwonk]

Nothing I’ve done mattered, not a SINGLE THING! Today is gonna matter.

[alittlebitofwonk]

If you can’t kill me, what does that make me? Some kind of god?

[alittlebitofwonk]

I feel so… numb.

[bobacupcake]

and the universe said i love you

[kawaiishrinee]

[octoberwitch]

[stardustemotions-deactivated202]

I want to run away. Just completely disappear, tell nobody, and become someone entirely new. I can start my new life with my favourite and best person I ever met. I wanted to romanticize things with my best person. I wanted to visit museums where I can dress in pleated short skirts and blazers, be coy and mysterious enough that everywhere I go people are intrigued and charmed by my mere existence, only to vanish as quickly as I arrived. I want to be known yet unknown. Leave behind my past so I have enough secrets to fuel a thousand rumours about who I am. Maybe that's good material for being lonely, but is that not how all the best people live and die?

[euphcme]

instagram au: jacqueline and jillian wolcott, every heart a doorway and down among the sticks and bones (seanan mcguire)

“The trouble with denying children the freedom to be themselves – with forcing them into an idea of what they should be, not allowing them to choose their own paths – is that all too often, the one drawing the design knows nothing of the desires of their model. Children are not formless clay, to be shaped according to the sculptor’s whim.”

(In my imagination, this takes place sometime after Jack and Jill’s return from the Moors and before their arrival at Eleanor West’s school. In an effort to make the twins become normal again, their parents suggest joining social media, like other teenagers; to no one’s surprise, they make the girls take the accounts down soon afterward.)

[miranda-mundt-art]

I haven’t been myself lately

Based on this song (x)