glow up diaries ?! — cia, 18, she/her
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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i don't do bad sauce passes
Claire Keane
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NASA

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Today's Document
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Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
$LAYYYTER
Cosimo Galluzzi
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
KIROKAZE
occasionally subtle
Three Goblin Art
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glow up diaries ?! — cia, 18, she/her
<3 masterlist , other account
Missed Time, Ha Jin
Mary Oliver, What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) 🐾 - u give me butterflys, u know ? ₊ ˚ ⌑ ✷
— Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
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I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.
Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector
buy me a coffee
i think the reason i love studio ghibli as much as i do is because it encompasses everything i love about life. wearing clothes that make you feel young and free that you can run and jump and climb trees in. the sense of peace that only comes from sitting on a train watching scenes move by the in windows, walking through the city at night, reading on a bench. the way there is so much grief and pain and hardship in each movie, and the world being torn apart but in spite of that, there is wholesomeness and warmth in bowls of noodles and dinner with your family and singing loudly without worrying about what your voice sounds like, and if you love someone enough it doesn’t matter that the world is falling apart around you. it’s about romanticising the little things in life, the hot mug of tea, that moment in the streetlight in the rain, the sunrise looking pretty through your little window; and it’s about the quiet, soft, warm moments you share with other people through those. those the things i cling onto in life, the small moments of joy that make life worth living.
never even noticed how i was seeking validation from this one person and from the moment that i realized it, guess what, i am fucking shattered into pieces right now
[ f!reader x katsuki bakugou, also very self indulgent again ]
note : AH my writing is so rusty but who gives a fuck. it’s been a while since i’ve written smth but i’m here to give ya’ll some bakugou content. enjoy <3
with heavy eyes, the disturbing smell of smoke and alcohol, and loud party music is definitely not what you look forward to on an early cold morning. usually, you’d find yourself in bed for another hour or two, but the feeling of two heavy arms embracing your waist with a sudden pull has never failed to break this horrible routine of yours.
you can feel katsuki’s breathing as he burries his face on your neck, smelling a small hint of your favourite perfume you’d often put at night. you turn around to face katsuki, seeing his brows slightly furrowed knowing you and katsuki didn’t sleep quite well. there was a few tossing and turning before the both of you finally fell asleep in peace, until loud thumping sounds started to wake you up from time to time that caused the both of you to wake up in this state.
“shit, good morning, did you sleep?” bakugou grumbles, brushing his hand on the side of your waist to rub small circles on it.
now with your eyebrows furrowed and one eye half open, you mumble with a groggy voice, “there’s no good in this shitty morning when all i smell and hear are alcohol and loud party fucking music.”
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