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pomegranate bag @ chanel | fall/winter 2026
Some men will say I meant to kill my brother. The gods know it is a lie, but I will hear the whispers till the day I die.
grieving cain by june hart
reblog to give the person you reblogged from the strength to complete The Task™
I always end up drawing them whenever I’m testing out brushes
Chris Niedenthal, All Souls’ Day (Bieszczady Region, Poland), 1970s
Hades and Persephone 🌸
This house has been abandoned for almost a year now, and yet these lights stay on all through the day and all through the night.
i am ready for autumn, thunderstorms, rain, cozy sweaters and melancholic evenings. my soul is just made for autumn.
when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.
this is in no way a slam on hardcore hiking, it’s very fun, but i mostly just need to lower people’s expectations when i say hiking is a hobby of mine
"No no, that's ranger hiking. I like hobbit hiking."
love love love the idea of being at a dinner party and sitting next to your lover. he whispers gossip into your ear while everyone is deep in conversation. kisses your neck and bites you ever so lightly. inhales your scent and kisses your cheek afterwards. holds your hand once the plates have been cleared from the table and kisses your knuckles every five minutes. wraps his arm around your waist as you’re saying goodbye
bedtime
(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about making your amends
To the dead
hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious
This is Shakespearian.
I never want to see another post about environmental storytelling.
but soft what ball through yonder concrete breaks
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