#6moredays

[fearless1322]

I love how “Lover” and “Sweeter than Fiction” have the same lyrics “forever and ever” 😍

[cmast68-blog]

Tonight I'm leaving all my worries and my problems in the house I'm going out with my homies and we gonna let it, gonna let it All hang out, let it all hang out #letitallhangout #weezer #converse #conversefamily #chucks #chucktaylor #chuckseveryday #lifeinchucks #thetravelingchucks #allstar #instachucks #chuckollectors #graffiti #jordans #merica #🇺🇸 #usmc #hangingwithmybestie #6moredays #mymarine (at Hicksville, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoxLfCUgDim/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=th6kelk3ht6u

[courtsofstarlight]

The painting was a lie. A bright, pretty lie, bursting with pale pink blooms and fat beams of sunshine. I’d begun it yesterday, an idle study of the rose garden lurking beyond the open windows of the studio. Through the tangle of thorns and satiny leaves, the brighter green of the hills rolled away into the distance. Incessant, unrelenting spring. If I’d painted this glimpse into the court the way my gut had urged me, it would have been flesh-shredding thorns, flowers that choked off the sunlight for any plants smaller than them, and rolling hills stained red. But each brushstroke on the wide canvas was calculated; each dab and swirl of blending colors meant to portray not just idyllic spring, but a sunny disposition as well. Not too happy, but gladly, finally healing from horrors I carefully divulged. I supposed that in the past weeks, I had crafted my demeanor as intricately as one of these paintings. I supposed that if I had also chosen to show myself as I truly wished, I would have been adorned with flesh-shredding talons, and hands that choked the life out of those now in my company. I would have left the gilded halls stained red. But not yet Not yet, I told myself with every brushstroke, with every move I’d made these weeks. Swift revenge helped no one and nothing but my own, roiling rage. Even if every time I spoke to them, I heard Elain’s sobbing as she was forced into the Cauldron. Even if every time I looked at them, I saw Nesta fling that finger at the King of Hybern in a death-promise. Even if every time I scented them, my nostrils were again full of the tang of Cassian’s blood as it pooled on the dark stones of that bone-castle. The paintbrush snapped between my fingers. I’d cleaved it in two, the pale handle damaged beyond repair. Cursing under my breath, I glanced to the windows, the doors. This place was too full of watching eyes to risk throwing it in the rubbish bin. I cast my mind around me like a net, trawling for any others near enough to witness, to be spying. I found none. I held my hands before me, one half of the brush in each palm. For a moment, I let myself see past the glamour that concealed the tattoo on my right hand and forearm. The markings of my true heart. My true title. High Lady of the Night Court. Half a thought had the broken paintbrush going up in flames. The fire did not burn me, even as it devoured wood and brush and paint. When it was nothing but smoke and ash, I invited in a wind that swept them from my palms and out the open windows. For good measure, I summoned a breeze from the garden to snake through the room, wiping away any lingering tendril of smoke, filling it with the musty, suffocating smell of roses. Perhaps when my task here was done, I’d burn this manor to the ground, too. Starting with those roses. © Sarah J. Maas

[thetimer]

#qurantinelife #day4 #6moredays #lookingback https://www.instagram.com/p/CMvA3rMBN8o/?igshid=ej8fp43gn2lw

[djpresswood]

#virgobabyboy♍️ #septemberborn #textagram #textgram #6moredays https://www.instagram.com/p/CFIwSKqpnnsMXtzGgbXiuDYhxlCnW3ZCccxUeM0/?igshid=i8va5i5ubvsc

[losille2000]

After today, the ice pack goes on my head instead of my knee. #6moredays #teachersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B59LI0Cgjja/?igshid=2a5bo0u8vmbd

[kilabear-blog]

“Someone suggested that there’s an incomplete part of our chromosomes that gets repaired or found when we hit New Orleans. Some of us just belong here.”- John Goodman #NewOrleans #iLoveNewOrleans #BigEasy #6MoreDays (at Bourbon Street New Orleans) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3bb0PYnKrfA8_YO8IobMnpfCCdxmKc25JnNFY0/?igshid=xvgks00hqq8c

[2blessed2worry]

6 years ago, LeOndra slid in my DM's on Facebook, and the rest has been history 🙂 I remember the night this photo was taken like it was yesterday. LeOndra had met my whole family for the first time earlier that day. This pic would eventually be posted on social media to declare our relationship "official" lol. #6YearsAgo #6MoreDays #Mailochella https://www.instagram.com/p/B14_vEaH5ko/?igshid=17ino77o2pglw