#mininalistic

[evyeluvz]

Packing My Dog's 3-Day Weekend Bag

Look no further if you're looking for ideas about what to pack in your pet's bag.

Look no further if you’re looking for ideas about what to pack in your pet’s bag. You can get a few ideas for what you may need so that your best pal has its essentials during your short trip. If you want to follow my journey, all my socials are linked below! Thank you for watching, and I hope to see you on the next one!…

[baenuit]

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𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌ㅤ ꮚ  ㅤ ◟ㅤ  𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗆ㅤ   ✿︎

𝅄ㅤ    𝗍𝗁𝖾ㅤ   🌑⃝ㅤ      𝓁 ㅤ   𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌ㅤ  𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌  ㅤ♡︎  ㅤສສ ㅤ !!

𝖸𝖮𝖴.ㅤㅤ 사랑ㅤㅤ ( 역사  ii. )ㅤㅤ 𑁯𑁯

𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 ㅤㅤ♡︎𖦹ㅤㅤ해ㅤㅤ 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍ㅤ    𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 ㅤ  ੭ᰍㅤ   𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖼ㅤ  ㅤ✩ㅤㅤ  ៶ㅤㅤ  𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝖺ㅤ  𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾ㅤ  𝗈𝖿ㅤ  ꯲ㅤ  𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴  ㅤ𖹭

𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾ㅤ  & ㅤ (𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍)ㅤ  花ㅤ-    声

੭◌ˊᵕˋ  ㅤ 𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺  ㅤ๑ ㅤ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌  ㅤ!?

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-> ㅤBIOSㅤ ＿＿ ㅤpack⠀·⠀modificação livre.

[veurence]

𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖨 ﹫𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 ＿＿ 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌.

[yizaicons]

𐐪 headers ♡ like/reblog and credits if you use 💌

[chain-cheezing]

I've been selling my stuff, even objects I thought i cared about or could never part with. I've let objects, aesthetics, colors, plushies, and the like define who i am for too long. I am in a major clear-out, declutter zone

[dakartist]

Hoot Hoot!

Painting owls makes me happy

A3 Bristol Board

42 x 30 Japanese Ink

2024

Douglas A Karson

[butteryheart]

I look so goofy with my jacket zipped up 😭

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Listen/purchase: Chordaphone Hexed by Oak Knower

Chordaphone Hexed ~by Oak Knower 

[lauren-ce]

Ideal City is hilarious. The main conflict is an architecture spat between a minimalist and a maximalist, and the big issue they're fighting over is whether or not to demolish a waterslide that's in the way of a bridge. That's like, the whole plot??

Like! What the fuck am I reading?

Anyway, here's some more bits that made me laugh:

Out of context Gavial:

The psychic damage I received from seeing this character and then reading their name:

Gavial (™️):

The aforementioned maximalist and minimalist arguing over who gets to be the architect that fixes the dome they all live in:

Stitch: I don't give a fuck, do what you want with the dome.

Catch: I'm gonna make it a kaleidoscope!

Stitch: I'm gonna fucking kill you if you so much as touch MY dome

The gang decide to have a swimming race, but it's the most stupid setup of all time because the racers are:

Gavial (with an old man on her back)

Pozëmka (who never bothered to change out of her long, flowing robes)

Elysium (who has done LITERALLY nothing but get hammered since he got there)

All the while, the Durin make a big Durin tower so the Race Commentator With The Silly Name can see the racers, and the obvious happens (since they're all hammered)

And just when Gavial is about to win the race, oh my god!!! It's Minimalist with a speedboat!!!

Except he's so bad at driving that even though he wins, he loses control of his ride and crashes the boat straight into the wall (the boat is called Ale Keg, btw)

(And actually the Durin decide that the boat won, since Mininalist lost control of it)

Even when the plot actually decides to kick in (there's an Originium vein about 500m from the city that's about to explode), it does so with incredible anticlimax.

Gavial: You all need to evacuate.

300,000+ Durin: You want us to leave this Ideal City, this paradise in which we do nothing but get sloshed and play in the water, and maaaaybe work 2 hours a week? The city we build with our own hands? You want us to leave that all behind and rough it on the surface?

Gavial: Pretty much

300,000+ Durin: That seems reasonable! We don't wanna die after all. Lead the way (:

Then it comes up that Acahualla will need a new Lord Ameer to provide stability and unification (so that the rest of Sargon keeps minding their own business once all those Durin are aboveground and introducing their advanced tech to the surface)

Gavial: Hey Inam, my best buddy, remember how I made you the Great Chief at the last minute at the end of "Great Chief Returns"?

Inam: We're doing a rerun of that?

Gavial: Yeah.

Inam: So I'm the Lord Ameer now?

Gavial: Teehee~

The evacuation goes off without a hitch, and gasp! The Durin decide to stop drinking alcohol until their new, aboveground city is built.

And that's it (:

[chuuyrr]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ SANTA DOESN'T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO — DAZAI OSAMU ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𐙚₊ CW(s): f! reader, exes to lovers, angst to fluff/comfort, christmas/holiday setting, he still calls you pet names like baby, love, and sweetheart

𐙚₊˚⊹ SYNOPSIS: underneath the twinkling christmas lights, you and osamu embrace the promise of a love rekindled

𐙚₊ NOW PLAYING: santa doesn't know you like i do by sabrina carpenter && new years day by taylor swift ᝰ.ᐟ

in the heart of yokohama, where the winter winds whispered secrets and the city adorned itself in festive lights, you find yourself wandering around in a deep sigh, clutching yourself with your coat adorning you.

the city exuded warmth, and the scent of roasted chestnuts, gingerbread, and an open fire from christmas markets and stores mingled with the laughter of children and adults enjoying the holidays.

as you strolled through the festive scene, you couldn't escape the echoes of your shared past with dazai.

you then stop in front of a familiar bar which was decorated with bright christmas lights and wreaths, and at that moment, you find yourself lost in a sea of memories, reminiscing about the shared moments with osamu, before the inevitable drift that led to your breakup.

among those recollections, two particular scenes painted themselves vividly in your mind, haunting yet bittersweet.

one memory that lingered like a gentle melody was the night you and osamu ventured into the same dimly lit bar, saying that you two deserve a treat.

the air hummed with the soulful tunes of saxophones and pianos as you two nestled into a corner booth. the ambient glow cast a warm aura, reflecting in dazai's brown sugar eyes as you and him clinked glasses of your high-ball whiskeys, toasting to the beauty of the night.

your laughter resonated with the rhythm of the music, creating a symphony of shared joy. osamu, with his enigmatic smile, leaned in to whisper secrets that only you could understand amidst the jazz-infused atmosphere.

it was a night where time seemed to suspend, and your connection deepened through the language of music, laughter, and stories which lead to a shared kiss that became your first.

another memory that tugged at the corners of your heart was the night you spent at osamu's apartment. the air was thick with familiarity as you found solace in the haven he had crafted, even if it was quite empty and rather mininalist, considering how he didn't have much.

either way, you and osamu talked about everything and nothing, the conversation weaving effortlessly between trivialities and profound truths—some even about his day at work, how annoying working on reports was. you even find yourself dancing with him around his kitchen in the middle of the night.

as that night unfolded, osamu's clothes became a comforting embrace, wrapping you in the scent of familiarity. wearing his oversized shirt, you found a sense of closeness, a tangible reminder of the intimacy you once shared.

the cityscape outside his window faded into the background as you and him reveled in the simplicity of being together in his futon, you in his warm embrace, head tucked beneath his chin as you lay on his chest, and he hummed a peacefully melody with his fingers running through your hair to lull you.

the quiet hum of his apartment became a sanctuary in those stolen hours, and even he thought it became a place he could call home when it was previously simply a scarcely filled space, and now it felt more than that. that is, until the fall arrived.

it was a night where the barriers between you and him melted away, leaving only the echoes of whispered confessions of "i love yous" and sweet nothings, along with the soft rustle of borrowed clothes.

now, you stand alone with the weight of these memories, you couldn't help but wonder if those moments were fragments of a love that had slipped through your fingers.

the bar and the borrowed clothes became artifacts of a time when you and osamu reveled in the magic of each other's company, a magic that time, circumstances, and perhaps your own choices had dimmed.

and still, you held onto those memories, recognizing them as delicate fragments of a past that was, in its own way, a testament to the beauty of what you two once had.

the air was crisp, and the city bustled with the festive energy of the holiday season, and you were about to turn away from the bar only to walk and bump into a familiar figure.

there, in the midst of the bustling crowd, stood dazai, and time seemed to freeze for an instant as your eyes met his ever same, warm brown sugar eyes, and the weight of unspoken words lingered in the air—a moment suspended in the delicate dance between past and present.

"osamu," you murmur softly, the name escaping your lips almost as a reflex. his gaze, once distant, softened with a recognition that mirrored your own.

a tentative smile played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the shared history that bounds you both, "hey, fancy meeting you here," he remarks, his voice carrying the hint of a memory you both couldn't escape.

as the crowd flowed around you and dazai, you find yourself standing in a pocket of stillness, a space where the weight of your past lingered.

"what are you doing out here? looking for presents, dear?" dazai strikes a conversation, but you can tell he seemed to be trying to hold himself back. you can tell he was very much ecstatic to see you again despite before.

"no, i was just going for a walk," you respond, rubbing your arm as you blink softly at him.

"just going for a walk this holiday, huh?" he narrows his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his breath, and his gaze soon draws towards the bar where you two would go for a drink, dine, and date.

like a canvas of unread stories, his eyes then hold, a mix of emotions, "funny how memories have a way of catching up with us," he replies, his gaze tracing the invisible threads that connected your past to this chance encounter.

"you know, sometimes, i do wonder if our memories are trying to tell us something," dazai muses, his words resonating with a quiet introspection as you two stood there, grappling with the unspoken question of what these chance encounters meant.

dazai's eyes, once filled with the mischievous sparkle that characterized him, now furrows in a subtle frown as he observed your quiet and somewhat awkward demeanor. the cheerful and festive background chatter of the city around you seemed to fade, leaving only the palpable tension between you and him.

"so," dazai began, a playful lilt in his voice as if attempting to break the uneasy silence, "you've become the epitome of quiet contemplation, i see. is this a new tactic to throw off my deductive skills?" his words were accompanied by a teasing smile, a familiar attempt to coax you into banter.

however, your response remained trapped in the awkwardness that seemed to have enveloped you. reminiscing memories had resurrected emotions that you struggled to articulate, and the weight of unspoken words hung in the air.

his playful demeanor faded slightly, replaced by a genuine concern mirrored in the subtle downturn of his lips. "heh, you're usually more... animated," he mutters, his gaze searching for clues in the quietness that now defined you.

"i guess i've changed, dazai," you mumble, attempting to offer an explanation for the unspoken shift in your dynamic. the words, however, felt inadequate, like leaves carried away by the wind before they could settle.

dazai's eyebrows knit together in a mild frustration, especially when you no longer address him as such, "change, my love, is a curious thing. but this quiet version of you doesn't quite suit the narrative i had in mind," he teases, yet the tease carried an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

as he continued to speak, the air between you two seemed to thicken with unspoken tension. his attempts at light banter fell against the backdrop of my quiet contemplation, creating a dissonance that neither of you anticipated.

a sigh escapes him, a subtle acknowledgment of the unforeseen awkwardness, "i thought we could maybe reminisce and laugh about old times, but it seems like i've stumbled upon a different scene altogether," his frown deepening.

in that moment, the vulnerability beneath dazai's usual charm became apparent. the frown on his face reflected not just confusion but a genuine longing for the familiarity, the connection that once flowed effortlessly between the two of you.

"hey, since we're already in front of the bar we used to frequent, do you mind sharing a drink with me tonight?" he asked, his tone carrying a mix of nostalgia and vulnerability.

your eyes widen a bit in shock. you know you shouldn't, but it just feels so right to say,

"no, i don't mind at all."

memories of laughter, music, and stolen glances resurfaced, painting a vivid scene against the backdrop of the night in the bar of cozy glow of christmas lights and laughter and merriment, yet the weight of those moments hanging in the air.

dazai's gaze became more introspective, his words chosen with care as the two of you sat together by the bar on the cushioned stools with your usual high-ball whiskeys.

"you know, i've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about us and everything that happened," he starts quietly after taking a sip from his drink, "there are words left unsaid, and i think it's time to address them."

as dazai spoke, a rare sincerity colored his voice, unraveling the layers of complexity that often shrouded his emotions, and the night now became a stage for a conversation that held the potential for healing.

"i suppose so," you say back quietly as you swirl your drink around, holding it by the rim and making the ice cube clink against the glass.

you turn to look at dazai, and you see him a take a deep breath as he places his hands in the pocket of his sandy brown coat.

"i want to say sorry," dazai continues, his eyes searching yours for a reaction, "sorry for the moments i let slip away, for the words i said and didn't say, and for the distance that grew between us, and i never meant for it to end like that.."

the rare vulnerability in his admission hung in the air, a bridge between the past and the present. the ambiance of the bar now stood witness to a moment of genuine confession.

"and i miss you," dazai confesses, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice, "i miss the laughter, the shared silences, and the way you understood the chaos within me, and if i can be completely honest, i still love you."

the weight of those words settled in the air, carrying with them the echoes of a love that had weathered storms and yet lingered in the recesses of the past. the quietness between you two even seemed to amplify the significance of the moment, as if the universe itself conspired to create a space for the honesty that had long been overdue.

your heart, a mosaic of emotions, responded to his words, caught between the scars of the past and the possibility of a future rewritten.

you, too, couldn't deny the resonance between you and him, "i guess, christmas has a way of making even the coldest hearts nostalgic," you say in a quiet giggle, your gaze meeting his.

the chilly night seemed to warm however.

"i'm sorry too. i'm sorry for giving up on us," you sigh, taking sip of your drink for liquid courage as the unspoken words became spoken now, "i just, it felt like there was no other way, and that this is for the best for us, osamu."

"you called me osamu again," a smile now tugs on his lips, his eyes lighting up with hope.

"oh, shut up," a smile, too, breaks on your face but you sigh softly once more as you look at him once more, "but i mean every word, osamu."

"i know you do, sweetheart," dazai says with a nod before he raises his glass to you.

"yeah," you hum softly as your raise the glass in return to his, toasting to him.

amidst the snowflakes and the soft glow of christmas lights outside, dazai and you find yourselves in the midst of an unexpected reunion, the chilly air echoed with warm memories, and beneath the twinkling stars.

this festive season really had a peculiar way of unraveling emotions, and as you crossed paths with dazai and it was evident that the connection between you two was more than a mere coincidence.

after a heartfelt conversation of unspoken words between you two with a few drinks at the bar, dazai offered to take you back to your place since it was quite late despite the holidays.

however, in a quiet corner just near your place, away from the laughter and merriment, dazai's eyes met yours as he walked right by your side.

"what is it?" you ask, looking up at him.

a subtle smirk plays on his lips as he pauses his tracks, and so do you, "you know, santa doesn't know you like i do."

it was a statement layered with memories of shared secrets and intimate moments.

as you exchanged glances, the familiarity of your history danced between you two, like a delicate snowfall. you genuinely smile nonetheless at his words, "maybe we've been on the naughty list for too long," you teased, a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

dazai took a step closer, his hand reaching for yours, "and santa may not understand us, but perhaps we can rewrite our story," he suggests, his gaze holding a sincerity that transcended the mask of indifference he often wore, "yeah?"

surrounded by the symphony of the season, you can't help but feel a little emotional as a genuine smile tugs on your lips as you nod and whisper, "yeah."

the clock struck midnight, time reaches its crescendo, and the world around you both seemed to pause in reverence to the magic of christmas, and just like that, coincidentally beneath the mistletoe that was hanging on the street light, his arms wrap around you and pulls you to him.

dazai's lips then meets yours in a kiss that spoke in volumes—a reunion of past and present, a bridge between shared memories and the promise of a love rediscovered.

as you two pull away, breathless, the quiet acknowledgment between you two lingered in the cold air of christmas eve. snow falls as he leans in again, and dazai holds you in his embrace like he always does.

"merry christmas, my sweet girl. i love you," dazai softly whispers in your ear before planting a kiss on your cheek this time around.

𐙚₊ A.N.: advanced merry christmas from yours truly my lovelies ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ hope ya'll enjoy this christmas dazai fic i cooked in the kitchen—this is also my first time writing an exes to lovers fic, especially with dazai, so yeah !!

𐙚₊ TAGGING: @anqelically (here's ur food <3), && @dazaiyohane @lovedazai @osaemu (my dazai lover moots too ofc hehe, i think you guys will like this- ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ )

[nakkedies]

Oioi , vse aceita pedidos de wallpapers ? Se sim poderia fazer wallpapers mininalist da rosé do grupo BlackPink ? , se não agradeço pela atenção

rosé from blackpink minimalist lockscreens. ❀

[evyeluvz]

Packing for a One-Week Trip (Flight + across Country Edition)

This is how I packed for a two-day trip to Washington State and a four-day drive to Virginia.

This video describes how I packed for a two-day trip to Washington State and a four-day drive to Virginia. I do not have any affiliation, but if you’d like to know which items I used to organize, feel free to ask in the comment section. I like to pack light for this kind of trip, and I hope you find this video helpful. If you want to follow my journey, all my socials are linked below! Thank you…

[baenuit]

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𝖺𝗅𝗈̂, 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺?

𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺̃𝗈 ✿︎ 𝟢𝟦 ' 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺.

𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺̃𝗈, 🫔 詩 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗌

𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗎𝖼𝖼ı𝗇𝗈 ㅤ& ﾛﾛ 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 ' 𝗋𝗈ı𝖽

𝟣𝟥 : 𝟢𝟢 𝗽𝗺 🔅 ( 𝗆𝖺𝗋 - 𝗓𝗂𝗇 ) calor do verão a esquentar emoções guardadas por momentos frios.

𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖡𝖠 , 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟨.

𝗑𝗈𝖽𝗈́ ㄔ 𝗈𝗁, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗌

놀이｡ 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖺 🪴𝆕 0:27

#𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖺 ? 𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗅. 🍻 ' ꉂ 𝟤𝟨 ° 湿度

𝖼𝗁𝖺́ · 𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖫𝖠 , 𝖼𝖺𝗅─𝗺𝗮𝗿─𝗂𝖺.

random──bios

[msburgundy]

How did you get into mininalist shoes, and which were your first pair? For me it started with addressing knee pain and plantar fasciitis symptoms, and also just wanting comfortable shoes in general

several of my friends had been talking about them and i was curious, but i had just gotten a pair of very padded shoes that were doing wonders for my knee pain so i wasn't entirely sold

especially since i have always had a forefoot striking gait anyway

and then after i started seeing a chiropractor for a couple months and realized the absolutely horrendous state my entire body was in (hard to explain but lots of restricted nerves and so i was compensating in insane ways) i was more convinced about switching

so i just got whatever the super cheap ones on amazon are to try it out, and i loved them. prior to switching i could go at most a month between chiro visits and i'd always need a significant pelvis adjustment. after switching i was able to go for 3 months between and i don't always need that adjustment anymore (i still have neck issues though rip)

my hamstring flexibility has drastically improved since my pelvis has settled back into proper alignment and i don't get lower back pain when standing at all anymore

the aforementioned knee pain is that i have a severely internally rotated knee, it was just like that when i was born

but my work around as a child was to externally rotate the hip to accommodate it

so i have a lot of instability in that left hip still as i try to reset it but having shoes that give me full use of the foot and ankle has enabled that transition to happen at all

so i cannot recommend barefoot shoes enough, if absolutely nothing else at least zero drop

after the cheapo amazon pair i went straight into looking for boots because that's what i wear 90% of the time, tried one other pair that i really liked but just didn't work for me, and then the jim greens which i adore

[foreman]

hey everyone just soft launching my new product its 235 dollars and its a smart device and it shoot gamma rays in all directions in your home to find small lost objects such as a 2 dollar lip balm you left in a pair of pants but you don’t know which one so this device will help you a lot actually and save you lots of time and will probably change the world and yes it connects to the inter net and yes it has a unique mininalist icon based design. let it carve out a place into your life and mind

[admirange]

Even more mcl style contest but I'm not complaining this time I swear

I realized that maybe I'm the mininalistic and not everyone else is maximalistic? Because I find outfits with minimal accessories so much prettier than the ones with 30+ on them. But I see people share their creations and they have SO much going on all the time.

Probably this is the reason why I don't get too many votes when I occassionally participate. I think I nailed the outfit, the theme is spot on, it's not too much but still pretty, carefully crafted. I guess it's not enough for everyone else lol

People with not much wardrobe items: don't worry I'll always have your back when voting lmaoo

Have this drawing of my old Candy I made when I was 10

She was going through it