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#( im cryi ng this is golden )#katie tag.#you are a flower that will not wither.

psa: if anyone’s wondering why i haven’t been on here, it’s because my monitor is royally fucked up and i’m currently using my mom’s old laptop until we convince my dad to buy me a new one. i don’t have any of jessie’s icons, though, so i might not be back on this blog for a while. if anyone needs me, you can find me on jophiel.

#( please excuse my absence.#things are just getting real shitty real fast and i'd rather wait for #the new laptop before i make any icons for any of my blogs. )#ooc.#psa.

timeburdened-a-deactivated20160

lays on u. this is ur reminder that ur a nerd but ur my nerd and i miss and love u.

ur reminders keep this tiny little nerd heart of mine beating, wife. i love u.

#( s obs i love you so much. )#save for ivy.#bean tag.#mobile.

earthfallen-blog

❛ through the gathering mist came the form of a man, young and strong. he moved over the snow in great strides. from a distance he looked like a cut-out of a man, for where he was there was more light instead of less. with the sunrays shrouded by cloud he was the brightest light in view. people stopped what they were doing and just froze. as he came closer they could see that he was not equipped for the mountain conditions, yet he wasn’t showing signs of coldness at all. he gazed at them with eyes that reminded them of red-hot coals. perhaps, they wondered, this is an alien. ‘ do not be afraid. ’ the voice did not enter through their ears but arrived directly in their heads. they swallowed, perhaps this was a hallucination. the form continued, ‘ i am an angel of the lord. ’

#( reblogs again bc i can tbh.#go love my new son. )#self romo.

wnq-writers

She was always busy helping others see the light that she didn’t notice darkness was slowly swallowing her.

poeticambience (via wnq-writers)

#queue.#( wow w hat the hell.#no. )#you can hide the loneliness inside your heart. ( inner )#she's like playing with fire; you will get burned. ( introspection )

floralls

by kristinadenkova

#queue.#make me feel like somebody new. ( aesthetic )

yafictionquotes

#queue.#she's like playing with fire; you will get burned. ( introspection )

kidspast

i’m actually a really nice person… until you annoy me

#queue.#( also m e. )#rough blood for a rough touch. ( isms )#she's like playing with fire; you will get burned. ( introspection )#mun.

atsecondsight

#queue.#( u nbelievable. )#rough blood for a rough touch. ( isms )

you are wonderful and all your muSES TOO. SMILE BC YOU'RE AMAZING

o hg od i don’t even ?? know what to say ?? thank you so much, nonnie !! i kind of needed this today --- you have no idea how happy you just made me.

#( lay s on u.#pls never leave me.#i will keep u in my pocket and love u forever. )#ooc.#answered.#faceless.#Anonymous

ofreedsandoaks

Magic Beans

herfiight-blog

ofreedsandoaks.

Kids these days, they frequented coffee shops, didn’t they? Wasn’t that a place it was considered ‘trendy’ in which to congregate? In an effort to be more sociable, Larc attempted such a thing … but he was more than content to sit in a corner and feign reading a book so he could discreetly people watch … And while most customers came and went, holding their conversations and laughing, busily breezing through on their bluetooths and some not even bothering to glance up from their smartphones … there was one constant … and that was the girl behind the counter. He was generally able to pick out basic personality types with just a couple minutes of observation of these patrons … but her? Even though he had been observing her for the longest, he just couldn’t quite … figure her out …

there’d always been something entertaining about working in a place where people constantly come and go ------ you get to see humanity as it is ; colorful. intriguing. breath-taking, even. there’s something special about being able to observe people who think you don’t notice the tiniest details about them. there was always a few kinds of people who entered the shop --- those who were in a hurry, those who still hadn’t quite woken up, those who looked like they had gone through hell the day before. they were easy to recognize, with a little practice. jessica’s favorite kind were the ones who stayed longer than they actually had to, though, much like the boy who sat in a corner and, just like her, observed.

she’d noticed his frequent glances directed at her, but paid no attention, as slightly unsettling as they were. --- he was her favorite kind of customer, after all ; she understood his curiosity. besides, she was the only constant in a busy place, the attention was to be expected. still, it sparked a feeling of curiosity of her own, and she decided it wouldn’t hurt to approach him --- so, she stepped from behind the counter with a smile and walked to where he was.

❛ --------- can i help you with anything else?

#( it works perfectly; thank you!#also sorry it got slightly longer than i'd planned --- i got a little carried away. )#ic.#v. i see the world. ( main )#ofreedsandoaks

wordsthat-speak

She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.

The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)

#( looks directly @ nay.#w aves enthusiastically.#o h W e LL )#you can hide the loneliness inside your heart. ( inner )#pending verse tag.#isolatiionisms

isolatiionisms said:

; inTERNAL S CREAMING WTF G ODDESS. m other wtf. why did i not get the hot gene.

naY WT F YOU DEFINITELY GOT THE HOT GENE.

#( z ooms in on u.#r u serious.#have you seen yourself.#shhhhHhhHhHh )#ooc.#isolatiionisms

obligatory munday selfies ayyy

#( i cut my hair like a week ago so #i wanted to take better pictures and i look rly cute today. ok.#s orry dash. )#ooc.#ivy's face.

seabois

I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.

Marya Hornbacher (via seabois)

#queue.#( p oor chil d. )#you can hide the loneliness inside your heart. ( inner )#she's like playing with fire; you will get burned. ( introspection )

alleyspatarchived-deactivated20

herfiight-blog

❝ SORRY. I know I seem angry. I’m not, I…I promise. I just know I did this to me. And I will deal with it accordingly. And I don’t need opinions from those never a part of it. Don’t need them pointing out my problems, they’re mine. Don’t need reminders, I know better than anyone. And yeah, I know, I should be finding another way. I know that I should be out seeking a substitute. But just forgetting never really made sense to me. So I haven’t been. Sometimes things happen and you can’t do anything. Plus, I’m the only one who deals with it anyway. I know I should’ve moved on ages ago, been happy already, but it’s never been that easy for me. Or maybe it was me that made it so hard. I know I’ve only ever tried a handful of times to sever this thing torturing me. It never got me anywhere, with anyone. No friendship or hobby, no lover’s bed worked. But looking back I maybe never tried hard enough, and it is my fault. Maybe I never tried at all ❞

#( h eart eyes tbh. )#promo.

kessilover

#queue.#( my sa d littl e bab y.#i'm cr y. )#you are a flower that will not wither.

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