Imagine your OC from your coffee shop AU fanfic becomes involved in the murder of your friend.
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Imagine your OC from your coffee shop AU fanfic becomes involved in the murder of your friend.
Is anyone else just so tired? Like this race weekend really took it out emotionally and now it’s not even done? Like I’m struggling to find enjoyment in it now. Maybe I just need a break.
imagine spending all of your days in this greenhouse. hidden high in the hills with lush grass and deep forests. only coming to town for the bare necessities, my appearance causing rumores around the town. spending my days wearing flowy dresses as i walk barefoot in the greenhouse, taking care of my plants and reading shakespeare aloud to them. knowing every plant by name, and writing in leather bound notebooks. having one maybe two people to help take care of the garden and the building. the few people i spend my time with who i care about as much as the plants. the few people that i care about even more then my plants. maybe falling in love with a girl from the village who sells me cloth and the few necessities i can not provide for myself. getting to show her the greenhouse, the first time i had ever shown someone in years.
a girl, no, an artist from the village who longs for something new. who doesn’t care too much about plants but will still eagerly help around the house and the greenhouse. watching the sun rise over the hills around us. sipping herbal tea made from our own plants, writing and painting. laughing loudly as we danced through the grass hills around us, rain pelting down around us. clothes soaked and clinging tightly to our skin but we could care less. leaving the rest of the world behind us. having our world be the house and the area around it.
living in an old victorian style mansion next to the greenhouse. ivy growing up the brick walls, almost covering entire sides of the house. large open rooms with minimalist furniture. dim light flickering from the few lamps adorning the halls. some of the few electricity in the entire house. rooms that haven’t been opened in decades. only using the bedrooms on the top floor and the kitchen. an abandoned ballroom that lays vacint. a light layering of dust on the floor but the wood still shining through. only to be discovered by the girl as she goes exploring one day. then when i go looking for her i enter the room only for it to be lit by candles all around. and we’d dance the night away. the moonlight streaming in through the glass windows, reflecting slightly off our dresses as we twirl and spin.
spending the rest of our lives free to do as we please. no cares, no worries, just us
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dan was wearing a high-collared shirt in the video today to hide all those hickies from phil's birthweek.. 🔍👀
Do you know what I think is a weird occurrence that’s happened many times to me??
in school we’ll learn about something in history or we’re introduced to a new book or movie or something and almost immediately following that, I’m talking 24-48 hours later, that subject of which I had no previous knowledge of will come up. There’ll be a reference to it or some other mention and it’s like suddenly this thing I had never heard people talk about before I learned about it will be present in media. And it’s like?? Now that I know about this Thing am I just picking up on references to it? Have people been making references to the Thing for a long time but because I didn’t know the topic did I disregard/forgot them??
For example, in psychology we watched the Jack Nicholson movie One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest and just the next day in This is Us, one of the characters, Toby, called his nurse at the hospital Nurse Ratched. I was like!!! That’s from the movie we just watched in school!! What the heck!!
Is this a common phenomenon/feeling/coincidence others experience? It happens to me a lot and sort of stresses me out!
I don’t even know how to go about finding a romantic partner when I’m greyromantic. I don’t feel like I can use dating apps because I don’t feel any immediate sort of attraction to someone (is that even how it works? Idk). I have no concept of casually finding someone attractive or casually dating. It’s either I have no interest or I feel everything strongly and deeply.
Hi I changed my username to sydney-cartonn. Previously angel-introvert