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teddy | 28 | ifnp-t | graphic designer ☾✯ adoring of the celestial night, avid foodie, intrigued by the occult, sleepy granny-in-training & terrible with a synopsis ✯☽

[foone]

The most annoying thing with ADHD impulsiveness is when you finally have motivation to do something and then it turns out you can't.

Like, I just went "I'M GONNA MAKE SOME FUCKING MUFFINS" and I was preheating the oven and then WHOOPS I'm out of vegetable oil.

I can run to the store or have it delivered, but both of those are likely to take so long that by the time I get my veggie oil, I'll have lost the motivation to bake.

[foone]

Look one of the most overlooked symptoms of ADHD is time blindness, and with it there's only three times:

The past (poorly remembered)

Right the fuck now (the only time that is real. Finally, for the first time, you are awake)

The future (may never come. Do not trust. Next week might as well be "in a billion years after the sun goes cold")

[nobrashfestivity]

Today is Holocaust Remembrance day

Born in the Czech Republic in 1904, Vilma Grünwald was 39 years old when she wrote a final letter to her husband, Kurt. They had been held at Auschwitz with their two sons for 7 months, separated for much of their ordeal following a stint in a “family camp” that was soon dismantled by the Nazis. One day their eldest son, John, who walked with a limp, was noticed by SS physician Josef Mengele and directed towards the gas chamber; Vilma, unable to watch her son go alone, immediately followed.

Vilma with her children. United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. Vilma wrote the letter days later as she and John waited to be taken to the gas chambers, somehow managing to pass it to an elderly guard before boarding the truck. Soon afterwards, against all odds, that guard tracked down Vilma’s husband—a physician who had been put to work treating his fellow prisoners in a distant area of the sprawling camp—and handed him the farewell message.

Auschwitz was liberated seven months later. When told by his father about the precious note, the Grünwalds’ surviving son, Misa (later known as Frank), couldn’t bear to read it. It would be another 22 years until he did so, after discovering it amongst his recently deceased father’s belongings. It read as follows.

11 July 1944

You, my only one, dearest, in isolation we are waiting for darkness. We considered the possibility of hiding but decided not to do it since we felt it would be hopeless. The famous trucks are already here and we are waiting for it to begin. I am completely calm. You—my only and dearest one, do not blame yourself for what happened, it was our destiny. We did what we could. Stay healthy and remember my words that time will heal—if not completely—then—at least partially. Take care of the little golden boy and don’t spoil him too much with your love. Both of you—stay healthy, my dear ones. I will be thinking of you and Misa. Have a fabulous life, we must board the trucks.

Into Eternity, Vilma

This post is taken from https://lettersofnote.com/

[distantvoices]

By Cho Giseok for Revue Magazine

[taksesal]

[mrmogussy]

frog machine

[everwizard]

frog machine

[judilyart]

I'm opening commissions for full body illustration and environment pieces!! If you're interested, email [email protected] for any inquiries 🤍 Please read all the info including the prices and ToS here 🌿

[nijaded]

Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

[whimsigothwitch-deactivated2026]

Gown curtains at every doorway please

[secondlina]

New Crow Time! It’s the Hound Knight. He’s a good boy!!!

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

‘Mermaid Sea’ porcelain corset by Joyce Spakman

[teaofanise]

CEO | Netta (featuring the Great Gehenna Choir)

[loish]

It’s the witte wieven! These are dutch mythological spirits that appear in the mist ~ painted this for the secret santa event in my discord community, which was so much fun and so wholesome! If you want to join the community, sign up to my patreon ❤️

[marcheriest]

pas de quatre

[kiiimiiich]

wanted to do something silly and simple with them

[cyberglittter]

hóa trần by hà nhật tiến

[deafmic]

when i adopted kitty, her foster was talking to me about how she seemed like she wanted to sleep with him in his bed but was nervous due to the other cats already sleeping in the bed, so i assumed that she'd probably warm up to my home enough to sleep with me. this was yesterday so i wasn't exactly expecting her to adjust enough to do it last night

but last night she jumped right into bed with me and literally tucked herself under one of my blankets. and then like an hour later she woke me up bc she decided that wasn't enough apparently and wanted me to hold her instead, so i spent the entire night with a kitten who insists on being spooned

[maruti-bitamin]

the little ones are ripe with fury

watercolour + ink