Divine Beast @bronzeandnoble - Tumblr Blog

Something something vampires have no reflection so he can't even try to see his brother's face anymore when he looks into the mirror

an-eccentric-devil

your-werewolf-boyfriend

I think my dash is trying real hard to manifest this one

This is the 20th one I've scrolled through, various people

dailyjackiechan

You have been visited by the Chan of wealth, reblog this and you will have money come to you!

misscokebottleglasses-deactivat

I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY AND LIKE 2 HOURS LATER THE WALLET I HAD LOST 6 HOURS AWAY FROM HOME THAT HAD MY DEBIT CARD AND LIKE 80 DOLLARS IN CASH WAS DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE WITH NO RETURN ADDRESS I CANT HELP BUT THINK IT WAS JACKIE CHAN WHO SENT IT GOD BLESS YOU JACKIE CHAN

seej500

Last time I did this it was payday so duh. Let’s see what you’ve got this time, Chan.

seej500

Er, actually, about a minute after I hit reblog I got some very important (and positive) money-related news out of the blue. The system works, guys.

blackexcellence101-deactivated2

THIS WORKS!!

realglucose-deactivated20191201

Doesn’t hurt to try 💕

justwannabeskinnyy

~~~ don’t hate, I’m broke ~~~

Diary Entry 1

October 14, 2024. 10:59pm

I'm spending another evening scared that no one will love me like I thought I deserved. Not just the flowers, gifts, and grand gestures. I'm scared no one actually wants to hear me ramble about movies, or take walks with me or sit around while I cook because they're waiting around for me to finally release sex to them like a treat for an expecting dog. It's not like I've never been loved. I know my siblings, my cousins, my best friends love me. I still perform unconsciously, make jokes, stay strong, be interesting but i know they love me for all I am and all I'm not. But I cant shake the dread that something about me wouldn't make a lover stay. If i don't perform The Interesting, The Seductress, The Caretaker, The Entertainer, if i slip up and unmask and they can see that i need care and patience that kisses and sex can't satisfy, then I'll abandoned again and I'll have to self soothe again and the shame of having to hold myself up will seep in and I'll spiral until someone smiles at me again. I know it's irrational, I know there's billions of people on this planet and it's inevitable that I'll run into someone that will be the love of my life and I'll get to feel loved like I'm enough and I'll get to love and learn to love and hold space for someone. It's getting increasingly harder though. My socials are full of women talking about how horrible men can be and men talking about how they have to be that way otherwise they wouldn't be men and i just want to shatter everything but then I have to go to work and pay my car note and smile at my parents and find joy for myself but not too much because I don't know when to stop eating, stop spending money, stop smoking, stop masturbating, stop watching tv until it hurts me but if i let that all go, Ill be that kid again. Stuck somewhere I don't want to be, doing things I don't want to do, with no one coming to help me, and no one to talk to to about it because how can i complain when it's worse for others. And yet, still I love myself

madsciencepottery

You have been visited by the twocumber. May you receive twofold luck in the coming days

alex51324

The other day I reblogged the lucky double banana, and today I found out that I didn't get a job promotion that I was kind of ambivalent about, so...I still don't know if it worked, I guess.

inthesensethat

hexthelex-deactivated20250420

This is true btw

autistook

Rest in Peace, Bernard Hill 🤍🕊

kitttenteeth

heart - shaped scallion found In pho . reblog for good luck & yummy soup 500000 forwver

nighthawkes

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

freeshavacado

you can only reblog this today

tilthat

TIL that Gothic literature makes a distinction between “terror” and “horror.” Terror is the sense of dread and apprehension that precedes an experience, horror is the sense of revulsion after an experience.

via ift.tt

yokelfelonking

Someone described the modern difference as such: Fear is knowing that a werewolf is hunting you. Terror is when you see it and it charges at you. Horror is realizing that your feet are stuck to the floor.