#thread lightly

[empathwitchliv]

Thread lightly, it's sickle cell awareness month 🌻🤍🖤

ft. the founder of sunflowers for sickle cell 🐞🖤✨️

[wherehaveyoubeard]

[yellow-hatco]

In hot water

[oliverdemersartist]

Here is the #day20 #sketch for #inktober , the theme this time being #thread , and the first thing that came to mind was the phrase " thread lightly."

EDIT: I'm realising now that the word might be Tread, not Thread. Oh well, the sketch is already done!

#IDontWordsGoodSometimes

[graytuft]

Thread Lightly

Gorilla art, women’s work, and metaphor tread their way through this found message. May we all be able to speak so poignantly with the peace threaded here.

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[randgugotur-6]

“Tread Lightly” - Masterdon

[the-forsakenlegionnaire]

Mood of the day

A subtle mix of "shove it up your ass" and "screw you so fucking hard it might comes out throught the other side with enough lube".

[evolutionisms]

                                 & the wound heals but the scar remains.               there is a headstone hidden under the shade of a yew tree in a               cemetery on the outskirts of moscow. the years etched into the               stone are wrong; not inaccurate but w r o n g. they are far too               close together, the boy buried underneath it having died far too                y o u n g.  [ here lies MIKHAIL DOLOHOV                                     beloved son and brother.                                                                       покойся с миром ]

                      it has been ten years since his death & still, the pain threatens to eat him                              alive. forgotten memories; thoughts laden with guilt & [ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ],                              & the sense of complete hopelessness that had once consumed                                            him have clawed their way back to the surface.

          calloused fingers wrap around the bottle of vodka & raise it to his lips,           draining its contents before allowing the bottle to slip through his fingers &            shatter against the cracked pavement underneath his feet. the shards of glass           at his feet mirroring his current state; full of broken thoughts he cannot repair.           the sound of dry, windblown leaves being crushed beneath feet pulls him out of           his reverie & antonin instinctively retracts his wand from his pocket & aims it at                   the broken glass, muttering a quick vanishing spell under his breath. 

                                ‘ & they shall come, like a thief in the night. ‘                  azure hues turn towards the figure, silently assessing the                   individual.        ‘        isn’t it past your bedtime? ‘