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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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AnasAbdin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Love Begins
DEAR READER

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Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost
$LAYYYTER

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ao3 turns 16 today.
reblog if you’re older than archive of our own
Caught in a moment of surprise and emotions, under the soft pink cherry blossoms. Sometimes, a single conversation can change everything.
The Artist Who Lives Between Lines
Being a writer or an artist is strange sometimes you live half inside the real world and half inside the one you’re creating. You collect emotions like colors, turning heartbreak into poetry and silence into scenes. People see the finished work, but they never see the nights you spend arguing with yourself over a single sentence, a single brushstroke.
Still, you keep going. Not because it’s easy, but because something in you refuses to stop imagining. You’re building worlds, one word, one sketch, one quiet moment at a time and that is its own kind of magic.
On Writing & Quiet Moments
Sometimes writing feels less like creating a story and more like sitting quietly with my characters until they’re ready to speak. I’m learning to slow down, breathe, and let the words find me instead of forcing them out. There’s something beautiful about the silence between ideas the way a single sentence can change the entire chapter. Here’s to soft creativity, late-night drafts, and all the stories waiting to be written.
𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙
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“I was wondering why the house got so quiet…
Well, mystery solved 🤣
The baby says the dog did it,
the dog says the cat did it,
and the cat is sitting there like a professional innocent 😹🐶
One of you started this chaos,
but all of you look guilty!” 🙊🙉🙈
starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes
honourable mentions
AO3 is a magical land.
mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately