My Soul’s forever wandering Purgatory 🥀
{ Danella Volturi }
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My Soul’s forever wandering Purgatory 🥀
{ Danella Volturi }
Copia in his cosy sweatpants and hoodie, him pulling you into his lap and gently pushing your head down to lay against his chest, your ear listening to the soft, soothing thump of his heart while he holds you in his arms and kisses your forehead.
“That’s it, il mio piccola. Cuddle into your Papa, I’ve got you, una ragazza così bella” Copia hums quietly.
Him gently rocking you in his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair and leaving little kisses everywhere. Your hand running up the front of his shirt to gently stroke his soft, warm tummy as you close your eyes, inhaling his comforting scent as you snuggle him tightly.
You feel so safe & loved in his arms🤍
moodboard request for the lovely @cenotaphghuleh - tysm! ♡
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗. 🤍
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reblog if you are ASEXUAL, support ASEXUAL PEOPLE, or SECRETLY A DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM
— isa b. midnight misery
Olivia Tapiero, from her book titled "Nothing At All," originally published in January 2026
Ritual memory, with love from Paris 💜
One year ago today was one of the happiest days of my life – a day when a dream came true and my first ever ritual became a reality. A day full of laughter, tears, joy, and happiness that changed me forever.
No-phones rule, something that seemed like a bizarre restriction at first, ended up being the perfect finishing touch that made this experience uniquely special and bonded us all together. That is exactly how this piece was born – from pure memories, a fleeting moment captured when Perpetua, looking at my tear-stained face and smudged makeup, traced that same gesture across his own face, singing the Lachryma chorus. I believe that was precisely the reason I lost my voice that evening :)
Hélène Cixous, from The Book of Promethea
Text ID: I exist, I am, don't come near, I have teeth, I have claws.
Albert Camus, letters to María Casares.
clawposting!!!!! he could help chop the veggies in the kitchen