welcom to my cozy cave :)
amy, 25, she/her, ao3, twt. hello emotionally i am kermit wrapping himself up in a blanky<3
we're not kids anymore.
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welcom to my cozy cave :)
amy, 25, she/her, ao3, twt. hello emotionally i am kermit wrapping himself up in a blanky<3
hey guys i’m gonna log out of here for the moment but will be back on my other blog @howxgorgeous if u wanna follow<3 take care
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
You can only reblog this today.
I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again
— March 8, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries
U+I
sylv dood
Tony is a george stan
— Speaking Tree, Joy Harjo
[text ID: I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—]
Picnic at Hanging Rock, 1975, dir. Peter Weir
A baby linnet and newborn kitten were saved from hunger and malnutrition and nursed back to health by two convicted murderers at Folsom State prison. "The cat and bird live in the prison's print shop in complete harmony." 1936. Source.
Chatter: George is gonna fail
Dream: I don’t… all is know is realistically he’s a fucking titan and his controls are him. He can easily crush (laughs) crush me so I don’t imagine that’s how it’s gonna go
Like we just live really beautiful lives i think
indulging in that good shitttt
sweater weather
dnf fic, 1.6k, one shot, general, ao3 link [Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Fluff]
A cry escapes George’s lips. “Dream—” Dream brings George closer, holds his face in two large palms. “Tell me when you’re hurting, sweetheart,” he whispers thickly, “and I can try help.” George shakes his head. “No,” he says, weepy, “‘s’too much—” “Never,” Dream says. He holds George’s gaze. “You’re never too much—nothing you ever feel is ever too much.”
[Or, The tide brings in old feelings, and George feels the ache.]