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One Nice Bug Per Day
dirt enthusiast
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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todays bird
noise dept.
Stranger Things

JVL

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
i don't do bad sauce passes

@theartofmadeline
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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@pythiad
☽ indie ; multimuse ; selective ; literate ☾
* chronically low - activity / semi - hiatus ; discord upon request !
☽ about + rules + muses ☾
has tumblr caught up to twitter yet with being able to tab between different connected accounts; ie a new dashboard for every account? i wanna come back so bad but logging back and forth between two while making a new one suuuuuuuuuucks
Pierre Jahan. Dove. Around 1940.
I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.
Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose
hiiiiiiiiiiiii i'm still alive, who's still around? what are we doing what are we writing what's the vibes
“To be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different.”
— C. S. Lewis, from ‘Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold’
from @caramia on ig . “@odylynetheceremony”
anyways αὐτόχειρ is such an incredible word. being killed by a kindred hand is lexically indistinguishable from dying by your own. you cannot kill your brother in a way that does not also kill you
First rule of reincarnation is to have insane sex with the guy who killed you last time
If the shocks [i.e., traumatizing events] increase in number during the development of the child, the number and the various kinds of splits in the personality increase too, and soon it becomes extremely difficult to maintain contact without confusion with all the fragments, each of which behaves as a separate personality yet does not know of even the existence of the others. Eventually it may arrive at a state which—continuing the picture of fragmentation —one would be justified in calling atomization.
Sándor Ferenczi, "Confusion of Tongues Between Adults and the Child—The Language of Tenderness and of Passion"
“I die of reverie;”
— Delmira Agustini, from The White Book (1907); “Intimate Delicacy,” (via paper-fairy)
“a girl still at heart, poor thing never had a chance to live-”
delicate + vampire, suggested by @glitteringroseangel .
When you become 20 something, you have to forgive yourself or you will never grow up. You have to forgive yourself for everything and learn from it.
i write all the time - all of it is on d*sc*rd. pm me for my name and add me if you like, i'd love to write together.
the hardest thing is when ur going through something terrible there is an awful middle phase of it when u don’t know if u can get through it or if you’ll ever be okay again and the truth is always you will get through it and you will absolutely be okay again but u just cant see it at the time
Chelsea Wolfe