this boat is obviously sinking.

"it was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn." 30s. married. bookworm. horror. vegetarian. team cats. punk rock. wine.

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I WAS BRACING MYSELF FOR ONE OF HER “FAVORITE  BOOKS” TO BE OSTI-FUCKIN-ATO BY EZRA FUCKIN FITZ, THANK GOD THEY DIDN’T DO THAT TO ME

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i would’ve turned the tv off

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Arthur adams

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this deserves an oscar

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Courtney Love photographed by Judson Baker - 2004

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Gary & Chantal Hutchens

And I’m not one for thinking twice But I know this much is true The earth will turn, the pot’ll burn And you are my revolver

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Jim Henson and date.

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twin peaks (1990-1991, 2017)

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Pokemon Region Posters made by EyesOnFireArt

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Trinkets, 25: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A hand mirror that shows the reflected creature aging rapidly. If looked at long enough, the creature’s reflection will die of old age, rot and decay into dust.

A slender sapphire shard containing a flickering shadow.

A black metallic whistle that is hard to focus on, as it seems to shift about like smoke. When blown, no sound can be heard except that of hounds howling in the far distance.

A warm glowing pebble emitting a beautiful phasing aura of seven colors, with a very rare eight.

A child’s toy doll whose beatific expression twists into a malignant grin, when seen out of the corner of your eye.

A worn smooth worry stone. When rubbed in the bearer’s hand, it makes a soft, reassuring, purring sound that only the bearer can hear.

A headband made of crimson cloth with an ancient symbol in its center; A disc with a sinuous line separating a white side from a black side.

A primitive, hand sized wicker statuette, depicting a dark god. The idol glows a deep red whenever fresh blood is spilled on it.

A small piece of red and black plaid cloth that always smells of the bearer’s favorite place.

A small glass jar containing a small, endlessly raining, storm cloud. The rain seemingly disappears when it hits the bottom of the jar. A label on the top reads “My Love’s Sadness”.

—Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

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