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One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz

Kaledo Art
cherry valley forever

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oozey mess
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
ojovivo
RMH
KIROKAZE
Show & Tell
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Andulka

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@violetvisionary
"Hey do you wanna rolepl-‘
(ʘ‿ʘ✿) of fucking course I wanna roleplay don’t even ask
Thomas Saliot (France) - Close Up Teary Eye, 2013 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
A portrait of Marie Antoinette after a portrait by Vigee-Lebrun. 20th century.
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Name someone I talk to, and my character will tell you how they feel about that person.
He left again - maybe it was better that way for them all. He always left, something that used to bother lady Violet, but now she deemed it impossible to even find the will to care. Everything the woman could do was to smile, bear it and take care of their little one, too small and too...
“No..” Violet sat up from the sleeping/curled up position he was in.
He looked her straight in the eyes.
“He left again didn’t he, mother?” he already knew the answer but he felt the need to ask.
princessofsima violetvisionary nichtsohnegott wolfskinned—doe
"Hello, my little birds~!"
“I’m not a bird,” the purple boy yelled with his mouth full with some kind of cake.
{♛} —; Unfamiliar faces, unannounced; an intrusion, unwelcome. Ah…but the infamous Phantomhive hospitality forbid such action. Instead, he should open his doors with warmth. The warmth of the hearth at least..
“Good evening all, and welcome to the Phantomhive manor. I am Earl...
Violet starred at the kid that claimed to be the ‘Earl’. Gregory starred at him for a minute or so.
He simply starred, ‘Does this kid really expect me to play house with him?' he thought.
“Kid, where is mommy and daddy?” he entered the house walking straight towards the sweet table.
‘mmm sweets’
A selection of photographs of shop fronts in the English town of Shrewsbury taken in 1888 by the amateur photographer and shop owner Joseph Lewis della-Porta. The ten most popular retailers on the Victorian high street were, in descending order, milliners and dressmakers, boot and shoe shops, book sellers, butchers, wine and spirit merchants, fruiterers and greengrocers, corn chandlers (who sold items such as corn, wheat, flour and animal feed), watch and clock makers, confectioners, and opticians.
for some reason L reminds me of Violet
Dark, gore blog.
Send one for my muse’s reaction.
"I adore you."
“You are adorable.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”
“A storm is coming.”
“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Give me a sign!”
“I want to be your friend.”
“I need you.”
“I hate you!”
“Get over it.”
“That was rude.”
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
“You are my enemy.”
“I like when you smile.”
ℕo sleep, ℕo nightmares.