manip request - Alfie Enoch + Lily Collins

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One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things
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todays bird
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@clarabelmcreau
manip request - Alfie Enoch + Lily Collins
domniqwesly:
“You know it’s going to be a good day when you spill your tea.”
“Oh dear, you know, I figure there’s got to be a culture SOMEWHERE where that’s good luck. Like ... throwing salt over your left shoulder!!”
“But here,” she focused a moment, before pulling out a flower from the pocket of her robes, “here’s something that might make you feel better?” Clara offered the flower over to Dominique, hoping her day would improve even just the slightest bit.
mcllyweasleyii:
‘ i’ve got my editor THOROUGHLY trained to look pleased when i say that i’m writing something. even if i’m just writing down my coffee order for an intern to take. it’s like– what’s it called.. pavlovian response ? he literally looks like he wants to TAKE it from my hand and staple it to every available surface in london. i bet you twenty galleons i could give ‘im a paper with my number on it and he’d think it was literary gold – which it is… but that’s beside the point. ‘
What a woman, Clarabel marveled internally though there were stars in her eyes that had to reflect outwards as she looked at Molly. It was amazing though -- what she had accomplished left Clarabel in utter and complete awe and amazement. “You did that? Palovian response?? PLEASE tell me more, this is just ... f a s c i n a t i n g, really.” Her voice was coated in sincerity as she inquired more, “only if you don’t mind, that is.”
My childhood was enveloped in the smell of salt-water. In the summer, sea spray from the crashing waves was caught up in the wind and carried to the side of my house, washing the building in a salty-white crust and a perfume that drew me to the outdoors. I would wake up early most days, and smell the ocean breeze wafting through my window, the aroma enticing my tired body to fumble out of bed, and guiding my feet as I hurriedly slipped on a pair of flip-flops. These mornings I explored the ocean for hours, discovering just a few of the countless secrets that the ocean holds. I spent my time humming to miniscule snails, hoping to draw them from the safety of their beady black shells. I sang to the waves, and the wind, and the sand, captivated by the myriad of glimmers created in the refraction of light that danced on top of the water. It was on these mornings that I developed a consuming curiosity in both the physical world, and the boundless abstract possibility of the human mind. On these mornings, I dug my feed deep in to the sand at the edge of the ocean, and looked to see where the waves met the sky, I sent my mind there, to the edge of the world, and discovered limitlessness.
rose m (via wnq-writers)
Cœur de Pirate | Ain’t No Sunshine
ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone it’s not warm when she’s away
learning to breathe | m.j. pearl | commissioned by red-streaks