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@hella-rad-dude
You’re in her dms I’m in her night terrors where she wakes up paralyzed and sweating with ringing in her ears and the haunting image of me on the back of her eyelids we are not the same
googled my symptoms and turns out i have to lay in moss
i KNOW the sleep tips, google. trust me, i know about the darkness and the light and evil screens and exercise and meditation and not napping. i know “”“how”“” to sleep. what i need you to tell me is how to convince my fuckass adhd brain that i need to give up on doing things for the day and that the hours between midnight and five a.m. are NOT secret free extra time that no one will notice if i steal
adsom as aesthetics
kell maresh: an english garden during springtime; noses turned pink from the bite of a chilly evening; night-time walks upon cobblestone paths; gold thread; the feeling of wanting to disappear despite being surrounded by friends at a party; quietly shared laughs; time alone to read; long, empty hallways; finally being able to close your bedroom door after a long day; a spontaneous kiss; nostalgia for things you never experienced yet somehow yearn for anyway; responsibility as a chain upon your legs; the summer solstice; wondering if you’re intruding despite being invited; falling asleep with a cat upon your chest; hand-written letters smudged with ink and perfume
rhy maresh: singing unabashedly in the shower; feeling platonic love as intensely (if not more so) as romantic love; the subtle clink of jewelry beneath someone’s clothes; the first day in which you truly feel yourself again after a heartbreak; laughing so hard you draw stares but not caring; glossy red lipstick; the way brown eyes light up beneath the sun; being the only one overdressed at a party; running your hand over the spines of books but not opening them; sultry smiles; wildflowers in unexpected places; blowing someone a kiss from across the room; rainbows slicked across the surface of a bubble; being tipsy but not quite drunk; sneaking out after dark and getting caught
lila bard: speaking in a whisper; wild grins in the face of danger; hating schedules and routines; the glint of metal in a dark room; blood-slicked daggers; serpents in mythic folk tales; a silent masquerade ball; stolen kisses; leather boots that are scraped and faded from years of use; standing upon the bow of a boat; secrecy; feeling scared but doing things anyway; getting lost in a sea of one hundred black umbrellas on a rainy day in the city; counting backwards from three before jumping; busted knuckles; closing your eyes as you taste the salt of sea-spray on your lips; the burn of concrete on your skin when you fall
holland vosijk: moonlight hidden behind gray clouds; abandoned statues in an overgrown garden; the feeling of tears quelled only by stubborn anger; midnight walks; knowing smiles in response to questions; silently slipping away from a social event; wordless goodbyes; ice cracking beneath your feet; tobacco smoke mixed with the white plumes of your breath on an intensely cold night; unexplained bruises; a candle burned down to the bottom of the jar; silver rings; ink stains on fingertips; memories kept in steel cages; charred, half-burned photos; black-out poetry; blood swirling around the drain; silent wishes you will never tell; an unfinished bottle of wine
The person who grew up expecting to be the “chosen one” learns that they are meant to destroy the world, not save it.
Hozier - The Humours of Whiskey (Traditional, a cappella)
#he makes everythibg sound like a fae is singing it in a forest in the moonlight - @snakekarina
if i heard this song carried faintly by the wind, leading me into the deepest darkest part of an ancient forest i literally would not hesitate
Meadow
I’m still on tumblr because I want to see if we’ll ever drop the bar lower than thinking we could have infinite chocolate, if you ate it in a certain way
did anybody else have a moment as a kid/teen where you suddenly realized that you were more than likely never going to have one of those big adventures that you read abt in YA novels. and u were going to just have a normal life with normal problems, and got real sad. and even tho u now see value in a regular life, part of you still wants magic powers and a rag tag group of ride-or-die friends who are out to save the world
That’s why dnd is a human need and deserves a place on maslow’s heirarchy
Ugly, Bitter, and True by Suzanne Rivecca