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[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[goth-oatmilk-latte]

how it feels to eat on edblr

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[caroldanversenthusiast]

oh to be on a curb drinking coffee and smoking with Anya Taylor Joy

[fandomjunky]

Who knew that these characters were going to change us for the rest of our lives…

[aye-sassenachh]

When I’m with him, it feels unpredictable. Like I’m free.

[emlepapillon]

This is the Money doll sending you all enchantments of blessings and wealth!

Like/reblog for unexpected money to come your way! Like/reblog on Wednesdays for more blessings!

[yo-daddys-my-bitch]

Voodoo Junie has blessed your account. A random miracle will fall into your lap answering all of your financial questions. Authority, tradition, and success in money matters will hold their promise with the King of Pentacles. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Like/to charge

Reblog/to cast

[aquariusgod]

Reblog this for luck in love, for Venus to watch over you & to be able to find yourself & others who are good for you.

Reblog to imbue love in your current relationships, to assist in finding a new one, to help heal from past ones & in order to obtain a loving and committed relationship.

Reblog in order to maintain, reblog to persevere, reblog to commit, seek loyalty, and to love wholeheartedly.

Reblog for love for the years to come. Reblog for the love you want. Reblog in hopes of a fairytale, reblog to make that dream come true.

Reblog for love, for me, & for you.

[brooklynrwhitegrier]

Braiding has deep roots in the Black community. In a piece on the history of cornrows for Ebony, hairstylist and author Toni Love discussed the ancient relationship between Black people and braids, saying “[h]istory tells us cornrows originated in Africa. The intricate braiding of the hair indicated the tribe you belonged to.” Braids were also used to display escape routes during the era of slavery, as women created maps with their cornrows.

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[deadwatered]

“So maybe we’re both sinners, for you only find religion in my body when it’s tussled in your bed sheets and I pray to you like the god you are buckled on my knees. Quick to beg for forgiveness, quick to ask for repentance, quick to mistake lust for love, quick to fill the silence with soft breaths and tall tales. You tell me, “THIS IS ALL WE ARE, BUT YOU ARE MY ANGEL,“ but you only give praise to the flesh I wear, only ever call me holy when you’re touching me. And I tell you, “THIS IS ALL WE ARE, BUT YOU’RE MY DEVIL, NOT MY GOD,” but I still worship at your altar, spreading the good news of my loveless lover, writing scriptures and hymns of how you sang to me and then carelessly took your leave. But YOU ARE NOT A GOD and I AM NO ANGEL, and I burn the holy book, and I curse your name, ignore the smudged blood stains and you don’t ever think of me, because A DEVIL CANNOT LOVE ANOTHER DEVIL WITHOUT THERE BEING A MISERABLE CHAOS.”

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[storybookprincess]

suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it

[deadwatered]

softly

[banghwa-moved]

𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 📼💫

vocal line lys solos x vhs covers

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[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]