sweet procrastination

emilee, 40, writer. tumblr is a black hole I fell into years ago and can't escape. please send help. // books, writing, crochet, autumn, wanderlust, jane austen, fantasy, the lymond chronicles // author of He Dreams Magic and The Naked Dancer

[huariqueje]

Where it grows - Line Holtegaard , 2024.

Danish , b, 1980 -

Oil and acrylic on canvas , 60 x 70 cm.

[intj-greenwords]

I love English

[maureen2musings]

Flowers greet the night, Torino, Italy

emanuele_boffa

[sophsun1]

The Golden Girls – 2.03: Take Him He's Mine

[cozyconstellations]

[run-of-the-milf]

Video from Aaron Parnas on Instagram.

Government controlled media is already reducing it to "hundreds" of people in the streets today, but rest assured it is tens of thousands of Minnesotans marching through downtown. Local folks on bluesky were saying all the buses were full, the metro trains were all full, the highways were empty on a Friday.

This is not insignificant. This is what resistance looks like. We outnumber them and we are organized

[landsccape]

[andallshallbewell]

[vintage-winter]

[bhloomest]

[saltspray]

Hiking in Chattanooga 11/05/25. Standing above a waterfall.

[hellostarrynightblr]

Emma Corrin and Jack O'Connell as Constance "Connie" Reid, Lady Chatterley and Oliver Mellors in Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022) dir. Laure de Clermont-Tonnerre

[didanagy]

LADY CHATTERLEY'S LOVER (2022)

dir. laure de clermont-tonnerre

[mikimeiko]

The End of the F***ing World | Season 1 (2017). Jonathan Entwistle

[coiour-my-world]

Alabama autumn | Anne Strickland

[vangoghcore]

by daniel_casson

[vermivox]

“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose