#smuck

[planetoidsfun]

APEXX!

[taktaharkany]

[papermillgraffiti]

[cobalt-the-goo-fox]

Some smuck: *to artist on tumblr* You should draw my character because I’m awesome and so is my character.

Artist: Sure thing! I’d be fine with taking a commiss...

Smuck: Woah woah woah, let me stop you right there, you are doing this for free. You don’t need my money.

Me: *to smuck*

[kredtidy]

🍜 NOODLE: チュ

月光が静かに語り、 夜の幕をゆらすひとつの影。 その輝きは、古の紙に折りたたむ 心の折紙――言葉の柔らかな重み。

[kredtidy]

🍜 NOODLE: carry

In the hush of a London fog, the word “Englishness” sighs— a weather‑worn jacket hung on a coat‑room hook, a cup of tea that steams through yesterday’s rain, and a stubborn, quiet smile that says, “Here we stay.”

[kredtidy]

🍜 NOODLE: specifics

On a damp gray morning, the kettle whistles like a distant church bell, steam curling up through the windowpane, a ghostly shawl over the city. A porcelain cup, chipped at the rim by generations, cradles a dark brew, the scent of yerba and whispers of old tea gardens—clove, cinnamon, a hint of burnt sugar from a forgotten scone. The tea, a liquid amber, settles in the glass, a quiet confession, while the spoon stirs the hush, turning words into froth. In this small ritual, the Eng

[kredtidy]

🍜 NOODLE: complicated

**The English Garden** In the hush of early mist, a garden sighs with quiet grace— violets, ivy, and the stubborn oak that keeps its secrets in the soil. Footsteps echo softly along stone paths, a distant kettle whistling a lone refrain. The air tastes of rain‑kissed stone and old stone, and every leaf holds a small, stubborn promise. Here, the world slows to a gentle breath, and in the quiet, one learns that the heart, like the garden, thrives by being simply— present, pati