Merce

she/they “We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.”

[dianavigo]

— We sound good together, Hinata-kun! — S-shut up!

[gothcowboyz]

so why do i care about you?

[apokryphena]

LEGALIZE NUCLEAR BOMBS

[kokoasci]

older piece but im still really proud of how it turned out :D

[rerengy]

rude, condescending nagito

[tordenvejr]

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

[raiain]

the moon asks a question by dirgewithoutmusic

illustrated by purutsukid

[mirreia]

❤️

[mirreia]

“It seemed to work at first. I tried hard to forget, but there remained inside me a vague knot of air. And as time went by, the knot began to take on a clear and simple form, a form that I am able to put into words, like this:

Death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life.

It’s a cliche translated into words, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a pool table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.

Until that time, I had understood death as something entirely separate from and independent of life. The hand of death is bound to take us, I had felt, but until the day it reaches out for us, it leaves us alone. This had seemed to me the simple, logical truth. Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.

The night Kizuki died, however, I lost the ability to see death (and life) in such simple terms. Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that. When it took the 17-year-old Kizuki that night in May, death took me as well.

I lived through the following spring, at 18, with that knot of air in my chest, but I struggled all the while against becoming serious. Becoming serious was not the same thing as approaching the truth, I sensed, however vaguely. But death was a fact, a serious fact, no matter how you looked at it. Stuck inside this suffocating contradiction, I went on endlessly spinning in circles. Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[punlovsin]

[mirreia]

You smile so easily, you know? Your eyes light up when you see something you love, and it shows, and I’m glad it shows, and I hope it stays that way.

You really look at people, you know? Your glances linger awhile when someone makes you think. The wonder in your eyes... it’s enchanting, and I hope it stays that way.

You stand there in front of that piece of glass and tell me you don’t like what you see, and I realise now that you’ve never really met yourself before. You’ve never seen how you look in one of those moments that can only be described as... Human. Honest. Raw.

You’ve never seen the waterfall of emotion pouring out of your eyes when you’re vulnerable and melancholy and... you. You’ve never seen the little flail you do when you laugh and you’re happy and you’re... you. You’ve never seen the way you look at the fish at the aquarium or at that massive watermelon at the store that cracked you up so much that day. You’ve never even realised the way you gasp when you see something related to your favourite character. You’ve never seen yourself subtly make yourself known to everyone, making them fall for you, if only for a moment.

Yeah, you. You’ve never truly seen yourself, but people have seen you. I promise you, you are seen, you are noticed, you are loved. And I hope it stays that way.

[mirreia]

A really bittersweet among us moment just occurred.

Basically “spookytime” (hereby referred to as green) and I were the only two sane people in a game, or so it seemed. Everyone else was going berserk over nothing and accusing people left and right when lime literally SAW red kill someone, but no one was listening to lime. I said “green and I seem to be the only remotely attentive people here” after everyone voted lime off for telling the truth, and some absolute douche brown just wasn’t listening to anyone.

Anyway, green and I played another game and we nailed it, found both impostors (despite brown’s best efforts to ruin the game for everyone), and met back in the lobby, expressing our appreciation for each other.

Then, I became the impostor. I killed someone in front of green by mistake, and instantly reported the body and said “green did it” just as green said “cyan and I saw the body, cyan was with me they’re safe” (I’m cyan).

That’s when I was like......... oh.......

And then green went “HUH?” and I was like “HUHHH” and then green said they saw me kill the other person but was going to back me up and defend me anyway. “Just know that, cyan.” were green’s last words before getting ejected.

It broke my heart and as red called another meeting, they said “I guess we all know why we’re here” and I was like “yeah vote me out I need to talk to green on the ghost chat anyway” and after some bs teasing by the other colours I got voted out as I expected.

After this, in the ghost chat, this happened! And now I don’t know where they are because someone kicked green and I out in the next game :)

[lazyasks]

simple & soft asks. send me a number!

What did you dream about last night?

What is your favorite color?

Do you feel more connected to the moon or the sun?

Have you ever wished on a shooting star?

Name a movie that makes you genuinely laugh.

When’s the last time you felt like you were floating?

What do you enjoy daydreaming about most?

Do you believe in guardian angels?

What’s a smell that reminds you of home?

What is something (or someone) you’re in love with?

Describe the memory of the last time you felt true happiness.

Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

What’s your ideal summer aesthetic?

Talk about one of your most cherished childhood memories.

Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.

Where do you feel most at home?

What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?

Do you believe dreams have meanings or are they completely random?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?

Do you believe in mermaids?

What do you like most about nature?

What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?

Are you more of a hopeless romantic or realist?

What’s a song that gives off good vibes anytime you listen to it?

Do you usually remember your dreams?

Have you ever written a love letter?

Name a book you don’t mind reading over and over.

Do you collect anything? And what are some hobbies you have?

What do you do to feel at peace?

[doctorbeth]

Pooh Bear

I see many Winnie the Poohs at the hospital (aka Winnie aka Pooh aka Pooh Bear), as you may guess.  Many look like this, a bit flat and with small wounds, designed to have a removable shirt:

They come for spas:

New hearts and stuffing:

And plumping up so they have a proper belly again:

Sometimes they look like this:

A bit more loved… or as his person said, in more “desperate condition”.

He also had a spa (not everyone does):

As you may’ve noticed, he needed a new nose and there were several options:

His heart had a pooh on it as well as some magic from a heffalump:

And after a bit of arm and smile surgery, soon he was healthy and ready to fly home:

His person wrote “He looks wonderful!”

The final Pooh I’m going to show you today just flew home yesterday.  He is always called Pooh Bear.  He is 14 years old and showed every year of hugs.  

Here are the photos his person’s mom sent for diagnosis:

As you can see, Pooh Bear was a bit flat and a bit gray.  He came in for a spa:

Got new stuffing and a magical Heffalump heart to preserve a bit of his original stuffing:

And finally was clean and plump and fluffy and ready to fly home:

He could even sit on his own!  His people said his chubbiness was perfect and as I said, he flew home yesterday!

[theawesomeadventurer]

this blog is singlehandedly curing my depression

[mirreia]

lovely <3

[lightstudiess]

Can we romanticize humble academia?? Be in love with sharing your knowledge with others. having a sheepish smile on your face as you clumsily explain a concept that you fully understand but haven’t read up on recently. Happily help someone understand a complex concept that you do understand. Roll your eyes and make funny faces at people purposely being pretentious. Give away or sell at a reasonable price old textbooks that you know are still in use. Lend and exchange notes with other genuine acedmics. Encourage others with whatever their studies/aspirations are.

Pretentiousness in academia is so outdated, and frankly off putting. Romanticize the academic practice of being kind.

[mirreia]

“So now there is not even anyone to dream about, and what an odd feeling. I don’t have the strength to put together the features of a fantasy face. I am heartbroken over no one, over having nobody to wish for, nobody to hope for. I am heartbroken, usually, over someone. Now I am heartbroken over no one.”

- Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[soyoumusik]

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

— Kurt Vonnegut (via lazypacific)

[mirreia]

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