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@kaoriishida
resist the urge to self-isolate, girl. people want you around. people don't think you're faulty. you're allowed to be wrong and make mistakes and missteps and people won't reject you for it. don't self-isolate. nobody in your life wants you to self-isolate. don't do it.
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Awesome!
Best crossover-mashup-combo ever.
Inspiración para mas tarde.
Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
She had eyes like the sky on a warm, sunny day.
His eyes were of the darkest blue, like the ocean that threatened to drown sailors on a stormy night.
Their eyes glowed with anger, resembling the blue flames of an unforgiving fire.
His eyes were like ice: cold and relentless.
She had bright blue eyes that seized all the sadness in his heart when she looked at him.
His eyes were fire in the water.
Their eyes were the exact same shade of blue as the bucket he used to take with him down to the pond as a kid.
Her eyes reminded him of watercolors, blues and greens and purple mixing together like paint on a canvas.
He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that watched her every move.
She had never seen eyes like theirs— the lightest blue color that they were nearly silver— and she couldn’t help but to stare.
Their eyes were like deep blue pools, and he felt that he would get lost in them if given the chance.
His eyes were the same as the blue-green mountain lakes, reflecting the hue of evergreen trees and the sparkling sun.
With just a glance at her blue eyes, he could see a lifetime a struggle that she had never spoken aloud before.
In their blue eyes, she saw rings of gold like a new sun.
He had eyes like the midwinter sky.
Her blue eyes fixed him in the best ways.
They had never realized that blue eyes could look like such hot fire until now.
His eyes were the blue of the dark sky, lit with dancing northern lights and bright stars.
Her blue eyes had the sweetest traces of caramel.
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Fraselibros: Alejandro Jodorowsky.
I absolutely have to dress my best because what if i was abruptly transported to a fantasy realm of magic and adventure and am wearing the most basic ass fit of all time. Embarrassing
𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 ♡
~𝑆𝑦𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛~
Inspiración para mas tarde.
Reclaimed by nature
Inspiración para más tarde.
Self Care Tips From Tumblr: When you feel like everyone hates you, sleep. When you feel like you hate everyone, eat. When you feel like you hate yourself, shower. Someone out there feels better because you exist.
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Ooh. Please please make more self-inserts. Not only is it fun you have no idea how much it can help you be kind to yourself. Have the hero of the franchise fall in love with you for what you think are your annoying quirks. Have the wisest man in that fictional world, tell others that your are the kindest and the smartest person he has ever met. Have the evil guy fall for you and revoke his evil ways cuz youre just that hot. Allow yourself to be loved by the fictional characters you look up to and in time you may also begin see how wonderful you really are.
Elliot observa algo a la distancia volando, mientras yo bajo el techo de la terraza trabajo.
Elliot: ¿Qué es eso? ¿nos atacan?
Se asomo y miro al cielo.
Yo: Es un zopilote
Elliot: ¿Y que hace ahí?
Yo: Seguramente cazando
Elliot: ¿Y esa cosa que come?
Yo: *le lanzo una mirada*
Elliot: Creo que el sol esta haciendo estragos en mi pelaje, dormiré aquí.
Es en serio, el vecino tiene un zopilote, y luego lo suelta.
what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience
what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms
I’ll spill out a brilliant, wrenching portrayal of a character’s struggle with grief over a loss and his complex regrets and guilt and then a page later I’ll have to write that a character who’s lying prone raises his head and shoulders up to look at something without fully getting up and I’ll get so angry I want to strangle an eagle with my bare hands
this spoke to me
This is me!
MAGIC! STOLEN!! SORCERY!!!
im not gonna apologize for the person i become when they show Riku in the Quadratum style
Elliot: Ya viene en camino.
Yo: Si, llega mañana.
Elliot: The Internet is dark and full of spoiler. ¡No creo sobrevivir hasta mañana!
Cuando haces limpieza de papeles, y te encuentras un draft antiguo de tu primera novela, y te encuentras con un nombre y no lo reconoces.
Yo: ¿Quién era Relmare?
Elliot: y tu lo escribiste.
Cuando estas teniendo una conversación casual entre personajes A y B, y A le pregunta su opinión a B.
Yo: B dijimos que era insegura.
Elliot: es correcto.
Yo: esto seria un buen momento para mostrar su inseguridad, ¿cierto?
Elliot: Claro, es como tus tres horas para animarte en poner un comentario en una publicación.
Yo: Cierto, iré a meditarlo.