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moved to @aerve !

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Ushio Naoya // Devils’ Line EP07

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i’ve been over here ( @umbrahero ) so if u wanna follow tht’d be hella !! it’s my new main so i’m probably gonna be inactive on all blogs except that one and @rosirae ! 💕💕💕💕

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writer aesthetics

john keats:     the lavender in sunsets,  flowers in the rain,  sunlight slipping through clouds,  lazy summer afternoons,  the heavy scent of musk,  flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books,  fireflies on a cool summer night,  being wrapped in fresh bedsheets,  the ache of wanting what you can never have,  dripping sunlight like gold,  loving someone so exquisite,  soft lips and soft whispers,  fingers through hair,  names of lovers carved in trees,  broken glass,  the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

f. scott fitzgerald:    mahogany wood,  crisp winter skies with cold bright stars,  the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog,  empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room,  pale bruised arms reaching out into the darkness,  cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol,  a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day,  the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment,  your favorite sweater,  parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing,  the contrast of blood against snow,  a purple split lip oozing blood,  black eyes fading to blue to pale skin,  the butterflies of falling in love for the first time,  the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries,  the romanticization of self-destruction.

franz kafka:    the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future,  decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there,  the way not even light can escape a black hole,  the rich smell of old books,  delicate veins in the wrist,  ghosts filling lungs,  shattered bones,  raindrops on the tongue,  rusting metal,  nostalgia that aches,  the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head

h.p. lovecraft:    the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave,  pouring rain and mud,  a child’s fear of the dark,  thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never ending ocean,  the silence of three a.m.,  danse macabre by camille saint-saens playing on a record in an empty house,  the possibility of aliens and the weird feeling it gives you that you can’t explain,  unexplainable phenomena,  strange lights in the sky in the dead of night,  ouija boards and urban legends.

jack kerouac:    the brisk pine air of being on a mountain,  travels without a destination,  those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory,  screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive,  coffee shops late at night,  car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark,  naps spent in the sun,  novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins,  the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders,  ignoring flaws and loving life,  wind through hair,  depression as fog in the brain,  impossible ideals,  a quiet sunrise,  walks alone,  when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe,  dazzling people,  open lands stretching out into infinity,  falling in love with being alive.

edgar allan poe:    the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog,  hollow bones,  a preserved heart held in hands,  twinkling stars above an old graveyard,  the way everything turns to dust,  silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom,  self-inflicted flames,   perfection depicted as a rotting corpse,  death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other,  glassy glazed eyes,   biting into a lemon,  heart-shaped bruises,  rotting flowers on a grave,  dried blood and spilled liquor,  the hush of dusk when it begins raining,  the intimacy of a secret.

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BODY / APPEARANCE TAG. -

tagged by :  @dxspereaux ty !!!!

tagging : no one :’

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ).  Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT.

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred. Wrinkled.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Slanting. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Silver. Grey. Gunmetal. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Facial Hair. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Back tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s).Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS.

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Dog. Raw hyde. Cinnamon.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Wife beater. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Vest. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Tailored clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Fur. Faux fur.  

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high.  Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords.

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Little practice sketches of my favorite clone bean ❤️ Just felt like drawing some teef :3

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i just realized i havent drawn a mermaid in years oops. xavier got in a fight with a fishing net i guess

happy mermay

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     YO !!!  MY  DUDES !!!!      this  is  a  primo  rp  blog  for  the  absolutely  Relatable:tm: fav ,  aka      MIDORIYA  IZUKU     of  the    boku  no  hero  academia  franchise .      ok  but  picture :  izuku  didn’t  reach  all  might  in  time  to  hold  onto  him .  he  is  unable  to  make  it  into  u.a.’s  hero  course ,  instead  being  quirkless  in  the  general  department  ( 1C ).      he  still  wants  to  be  a  hero  though  —  thus  born ,     VIGILIANTE  !  AU  MIDORIYA  IZUKU  !!       if  u  would  pass  this  around  that’d  be  absolutely  gucci  thanks  in  advance !!!  —  coral.

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NO SLEEP CLUB

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sure, I don’t get a “healthy” amount of sleep like SOME PEOPLE do but can they do THIS *stands up, blacks out for a second*

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I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly suppressed anger.

The Never Book (via auideas)

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omnecosmos:

She smiled at that. “Good,” she said and giggled a little. “Hm, you know me how I am,” she mused. “Wasting a lot of my time. But then again, time you enjoy wasting isn’t wasted time,” she said and chuckled at her idiotic answer.

❛     what  ?  that’s  not  …     ❜  he  stops  as  she  continues ,  &  relaxes .  ❛     yeah ,  it’s  not  …      ❜  he  glances  down ,  now  embarrassed  for  his  unneeded  interruption .  ❛     ever  think  about  …     ❜  he  stops ,  unsure  where  he  was  going  with  that .  ❛     never  mind .     ❜  (  was  he  blushing  ?  yes .  )

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me: i won’t get jealous me: who…that… :+)… .…

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historyfleur:

“That is just another part of being human, I suppose. The eternal on-goings of why we do the things we do. Even when what we want, is simply out of reach. But in time, we can find others who are in reach. I know it took me some time, but I found exactly what I told myself I could never have. Friends.”

❛     i’d  agree  …  one  of  the  worst  parts  of  being  human .     ❜  he  gave  a  small  smile  at  her  words ,  eyes  flitting  towards  the  window ,  as  if  he  could  see  his  crew  from  where  he  was ,  through  the  walls  &  seas  that  separated  them .

❛     &  an  important  accomplishment ,  that  was  …  but  it  brings  to  mind :  if  someone  never  gets  what  they  want ,  can  they  still  be  happy  ?  …  i  suppose  it  depends  on  how  you  define  happy ,  whether  it  is  for  all  of  the  time ,  or  the  majority ,  or  some  other  such  measurement .  no  one  is  going  to  be  happy  all  of  the  time ,  after  all .     ❜

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omnecosmos:

She smiled to him, nodding. “Well, I won’t force you to eat too healthy, like make you eat a salad,” she said and chuckled a little. “Honestly right now, I don’t care what you’ll eat as long as you do eat. But I won’t allow soda along with it. You’re only allowed water.”

❛    okay ,  who’s  the  doctor  here  ?     ❜  a  fond  grin ,  even  as  he  packs  up  his  stuff ,  before  hesitating .  no ,  it  would  be  better  to  not  bring  it  with  him .  he’d  be  able  to  think  about  it  over  there,   anyway .  ❛     alright ,  i’ll  come  up  with  you .     ❜  he  stands  up ,  stretching .

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fleetingechos:

“If I’m honest, I don’t really feel anything. I guess you could say I have high pain tolerance…” For lack of better term. “I guess my hands are a little sore?” Despite allowing him to touch her, she keeps her eye on him, although her gaze is less wary and more curious now. She reveals her palms, which are covered in first degree burns, although they had been second degree burns a few hours prior. “Say, are you a doctor for the money, or do you really enjoy helping people?”

he  fingers  his  bag ,  pulling  out  an  ice  pack .  ❛     here ,  i’ll  get  a  towel  so  it’s  not  as  cold ,  but  hold  it  for  now .     ❜  setting  it  down ,  he  lets  her  pick  it  up  as  she  wishes ,  before  grabbing  a  paper  towel  &  ripping  it  off .  ❛     a  mix  of  both ,  i  suppose .     ❜  a  small  laugh .  ❛    more  than  that  …  i  just  find  science  interesting ,  &  if  it  can  be  used  to  help  people  …  why  wouldn’t  i  use  it  for  that  ?     ❜