#textbyme

[tmascaringmysleepaway]

should i re-listen to tma…hm…

[joanarbalbuquerque]

We just live once. Don’t think about tomorrow and don’t worry about little stupid things. Enjoy life and live your own dreams #textbyme #feelinginspired #feelingmyself #feelinggreat #feelinghappy #feelingfree #feelinggrateful #feelingpositive #may #enjoyingmyweekendoff #goodvibes #goodmood #2018 (em Herdade Da Aroeira)

[cafecomcanela]

Butterfly looks like a flower petal, that has come loose, and has been flying freely with the wind.

Borboleta parece pétala de flor, que se soltou, e tem voado livremente com o vento..

— Café com Canela

[spectralarchers]

"when the night is young and the veil between the living and the spirit world is thin, it feels almost as if the netherworld is brushing against my flesh. the call of the otherworlds, the spirits and smallfolk knocking at my conscience. like a plea to believe in them. to remember them. a world of steel and asphalt is a dead world, but when the night is young and the veil thins, it comes alive when the creatures of myths come alive in between breaths. they’re here. forgotten for we do not believe in them anymore. abandoned from the superstition they used to live and come alive in. dying for they do not find comfort in a world of laptops and phones and televisions. so they turn to those with their minds open. the ones who look at a clear sky and ask the world and the serendipitous energy how. when. where. and suddenly, I see them. slowly making their way towards a light only they can see, for suddenly they are no longer invisible. but real and tangible. goblins, leprechauns, spirits and fae. somewhere, in forests, trolls and hobgoblins lift their heads to the sky and watch the stars. maybe, as the world of electricity and batteries runs out of supplies, they will come out again. fill our hills, our mountains and our forests. and again, we will see them. share our homes with them. share our lives with them, as our forebears have done." #poetry #forest #nature #textbyme

[julienfauveries]

Alors voila, c'est comme cela que ça se termine? Il a suffis d'une nuit pour que tu change, une nuit pour que tout change. Tu penses être un mystère mais on y voit très clair dans ton petit jeu.

julienfauveries

[tmascaringmysleepaway]

basira: um. you’ve got something on your back

daisy: *looks back at jon clinging to her like a koala*

daisy: don’t mind him, he’s yearning

jon, sobbing: i miss martin so much

[tmascaringmysleepaway]

guys can u believe i havent listened to the last couple of episodes? idk how tma ends :’)

[tmascaringmysleepaway]

daisy, internally: this man saved my life. he went after me with no real guarantee that he would make it out alive from the coffin. he risked his own life and found me and brought me back to life, to basira. i should thank him and ask him to go out for a drink

daisy, out loud: