sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Kiana Khansmith
Show & Tell
Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
Product Placement
Love Begins
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Fai_Ryy
Monterey Bay Aquarium
macklin celebrini has autism
official daine visual archive
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todays bird
hello vonnie
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@drifting-songbird
hmm... maybe I should actually make a real intro post and pin it. have a better tag system. actually organise this blog. the lack of organisation is finally getting to me.
perhaps I should also make this a general kin blog instead of it just being Kazuha-themed? decisions, decisions.
Update: sticking with the Kazuha theme :]
“why do you stretch your shoulderblades so much?” my wings boy. boy my wings
my mind is. not all there. It’s one of those days where it feels torn apart by memories I’m not sure are even mine, memories that are fleeting and just out of reach like wisps of fog, memories I’m not sure even happened at all. They feel as real as words on a page, as real as the songs the bards sing and the stories a narrator tells. Not a writer. Not a creator. A bard. A narrator. Second-hand memories, passed down from something that almost no longer exists. But what else are they, if not mine? Perhaps time has made them unrecognizable. I’ve never been good with time anyway.
The yearning and homesickness is strong today. Something about the mention of sleeping in a ship at sea, drinking and existing together with friends as we laugh and sing and reminisce, watching the stars at night, fishing. It was just an off-hand thought that someone had, not in so many details, but the entirety of it just hit me with a sudden wave of nostalgia it almost hurts.
I miss Beidou. I miss the Crux crew. I miss being with them, sailing across the sea, travelling. I hope to one day have that feeling again, to have friends with whom I can experience the world and share these memories.
i hope someday in a few years i'll have a pack of a bunch of close soul friends and we'll go backpacking in europe and find an old ruined castle and romp around in it and have snacks and listen to the birds and be cozy and happy and at peace
/wishful
echoes of wind-blown days— your burning eyes watching the fireworks
happy birthday, 旧友.
Ephemeral rain
my hobbies include watching the trees sway in the wind, drinking warm beverages, walking to places, yearning,
anemo squad
Bright eyes, burning like fire~ 🪷🐇
-Sunset at the Crimean coast-
-Lunar night-
how do you sit
