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Noah Kahan
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Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Game of Thrones Daily
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
RMH
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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french / ce tumblr accueillera un peu de tout, c'est mon bazar personnel et aussi pour suivre des créateurs.trices d'avatars. ÉDIT : n’ayant plus photoshop, je vais uniquement reblog des ressources que je vais utiliser pour mes rps / profils persos !
It is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. — Sylvia Plath
my new character — Lacey Miller ✨
🎄✨I wish you and your family a very peaceful and happy Christmas Day ✨🎄
🎄One Day until Christmas 🎄
it’s the most wonderful time of the year 🎄
Just because I cannot see it, doesn’t mean I can’t believe it!
mythology meme: hecate
❝ The eyes lift after it and find the moon. The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness – The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes. ❞ ― Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew Tree
It’s all just a bunch of hocus pocus!
We’ll dream of ghosts and goblins and of witches that we’ve seen. And we’ll dream of trick or treating on this Happy Halloween.
moodboard: halloween
In the town of Greendale, where it always feels like Halloween, there lived a girl who is half-witch, half-mortal, who, on her 16th birthday, would have to choose between two worlds: the witch world of her family, and the human world of her friends. My name is Sabrina Spellman, and that girl is me.
You’ve Got Mail (1998) Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
"i love jere more than anybody. he’s my brother, my family. i hate myself for doing this. but when i see you two together, i hate him too."
his voice broke.
"don’t marry him. don’t be with him. be with me."
“But I guess I’ve realised, as well, that the coolest things are not always the cool things. Do you know what I mean?”
dark academia aesthetic
| SEPTEMBER | sweet heavy scents of apple orchards, piles of leaves are tossed into the air, rakes scrape across lawns, flannels rest lazily, gusts of wind gently knock on windows, brown leaves glow gold under the warm setting sun.
