per my last desperate howl at the heavens,

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
official daine visual archive
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occasionally subtle
cherry valley forever

izzy's playlists!

oozey mess

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@shazzadoo
per my last desperate howl at the heavens,
City Council of Darkness, Episode 14: An Undead Denouement
That chaos demon put in a lot of work this finale.
I still have one big image I want to draw but I need a break, also I accidentally combined a Zaeth drawing with another layer and thus destroyed it. :<
D20 Masterpost || Ep 13 || Beginning
"Although the wind..."
by Izumi Shikibu tr. Jane Hirshfield
Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the rook planks of this ruined house.
*mumbling and grumbling* maybe i wanted to win stupid prizes *kicks dirt*
Its amazing how cooking takes so long and eating takes so short
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
Reblog so she lives forever.
Happy 20 years sweetheart
sleeve tattoo
“It dropped so low in my regard...”
by Emily Dickinson
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At the bottom of my mind;
Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares Upon my silver shelf.
Has this been done yet
Edit: was not expecting this to blow up, and I've seen some people mistake this as an original idea, so here is the original post this is based on
René Lalique (1860-1945), Pocket watch, c. 1900. Yellow gold, classical watch mechanism. Decorated with masks, after a drawing by Rodin. Diameter: 5 cm.
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