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Hello!

This blog will become inactive. I moved to @curious-owl (why don't you wanna link it tumblr???) . It's gonna be the exact same stuff.

Bye!

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Vintage Gothic Romance Covers

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“Hecate” by Daria Rashev.

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is she single

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Preview of part VIII

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15 Iúil 2018

I BEG YOU TO CLICK ON THEM FOR HD IF YOU ARE ON MOBILE, IT IS SUCH A GORGEOUS BOOK

I just received a few of my hardback collectibles from Barnes & Noble in the mail!! I am so excited. I expected the whole thing to be in English for this one, so I was ecstatic to find that they give the Irish for these. I was kind of annoyed at first to find that a lot of them would have the pronunciation spelled out and then the accurate spelling in Irish in the brackets, but then I read that this book is partially based on oral tradition, so maybe that’s why? For example, the text might have: “shee-hogue [sidheóg]” and I would much rather have just the traditional spelling or the pronunciation in the brackets instead.

This book is filled with all different creatures and lore. Maybe I’ll make notes on some of the lore to post for you guys!! I forgot to take pictures of the spine and back which are equally as beautiful.

xx

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2020 commemorative candle

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Summertime truly takes the life out of me, suffocating me with the intense sunlight and its intensified rays weakening me. Everything feels fuzzy, noisy and hecticly crowded. I cannot wait for autumn to come. Longing for the cloudy, windy, rainy days, foggy nights & eerily empty roads. Embracing the wintry weather and the taste of melancholy thickening in the air. The coldness tickling on my face, the raindrops falling, wetting my eyes, the smell of the rain filling my lungs, making me feel alive.

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finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

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PLEASE PROTEST AGAINST THE TERROR BILL THAT IS THREATENING TO PASS IN THE PHILIPPINES!

it’ll only take a little bit of your time today, so please write an email to the filipino govt about protecting the people’s freedom of speech. below is everything you need to write - you don’t have to even think of something yourself (though if you added something so they don’t flag it as spam, like a variation of “this attack on the rights of filipino people does not go unnoticed by the rest of the world”, that’ll be brilliant!)

transcript:

TO: [email protected], [email protected]

SUBJECT: JUNK TERROR BILL

We urge for the rejection of the so-called “Anti-Terror Bill” to protect the fundamental rights of the Filipinos to freedom of speech, as stipulated in Article 3, Section 4 of the 1987 Philippine Constitution.

don’t let this go quietly. don’t look away from this. realise that people will suffer. realise that if the hong kong govt has silenced their people, the govt of the phillipines are attempting to do the same, then this is saying something to the rest of the governments in the world.

PROTEST. WE HAVE 8 DAYS. PROTECT THE FILIPINO PEOPLE.

(written 3 JULY 2020)

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6 months into 2020 and I’ve probably enjoyed about 12 days altogether.

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holy SHIT

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Summer rain

I was doing a little idea exchange with my friend Zehnmou, and after some back-and-forth idea tossing I decided to give this concept a go~ Thank you for entrusting me with writing this story dear (o´ω`o)

Plot summary: On a rainy day you had an encounter with a mysterious man, whose amicable smile brought rays of sunlight to warm your heart.

On a hot summer day, you moved to this little town.

Beads of sweats clung to your skin, the hot summer air felt so stuffy. You tried to drag your suitcase up the stairs, heart racing and feeling so out of breath. Of course the building did not have an elevator, that would make things too convenient. Perhaps it was a good thing you did not live on the highest floor. Just the thought of dragging your belonging all the way there made your head spin.

“Key…key…which key was it…” you fumbled with the set of keys in your hand, trying to remember which one would let you in your apartment. Your back was aching, the urge to plop yourself down somewhere became palpable at that moment. Maybe you had packed a bit more than your strength could have handled…

You pushed your luggage in past the threshold of the door frame, before closing the door behind you to lean your back against its cool, wooden surface.

“A glass of water… I could use a glass of water.”

Leaving your shoes by the door, you made your way into your new humble little place, hoping to quench the thirst that was burning your throat. You were glad to have found this single-room apartment for rent, after hours spent searching pages and pages online for a place to stay.

#fluffy rain #dmc