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learning that addiction is a progressive narrowing of the range of things that make one happy was kinda life changing for me. i apply it to everything not even just addiction i am always checking to ask if i am narrowing my range of happiness or widening it

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elephant trunk snakes are absolutely ridiculous. That's a creature alright.

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Aiglantin

What's the point of writing a love poem when beauty such as you exists?

No phrase I create can match your effervescent laugh

Filling my head and heart each day

No sentence can embody your smile

Melting my worries

No words can capture your divine soul

Which has consumed me

But I can try

Writing for you feels pointless and necessary at the same time

Your beauty needs to be written for the world to know

But it seems a fruitless effort

Unlike Eve, I have no need of an apple for knowledge

For knowing you in my heart is instinctual

The sin of seeing your beauty, a blessing

For there is nothing as beautiful as you

Not the dawn of a dewy morning

Or the dusk of a cool summer night

Not the birds chirping in the trees

Not the flutter of a butterfly's wings

To me

You feel like the soil

Grounded and warm

Gentle and kind

Your strength pouring out through your laughter

Your skin is the color of the summer prairies

Your eyes are the pines I grew up climbing

Forever a rich, deep green

Your cheeks and lips are the pink of a wild rose

Soft yet full of color

The embodiment of nature's beauty stands before me

Like heaven on earth

Your pure heart shines down

And I bask in the warmth of your gaze

Kneeling at the ground you walk on

Praising the magnolias and willows you trace your fingers on

Envious of their bark

Aching to have one touch

One glance

Just a moment of your time

A touch from you is a gift from the gods

It cleanses my soul yet sullies my head

You've created a temple from my body

A hall of worship for your devilish smile

My days and nights are filled with thoughts of you

For I am but a sinner devoted to a falling saint

With ecstasy in my heart and adoration in my eyes

I've served you my heart on a silver platter

An offering to my god of choice

You accepted with glee

Perfect hands cradling it as you sink your teeth in

As you willingly doom yourself to mortality

Your sin of devouring my heart from the tree of my body

Like Adam and Eve, the apple

You are cursed to live a finite life with misery

All so you can feel the pleasure of being in love

Ripped from the angels by the claws of humanity and tainted by the flaws of mortality

Your halo shines above your tarnished wings

I wait below

Ready to lie next to your fallen body and broken wings

Seeking sanctuary in your arms from the hells of our world

Now blesséd by the heavens, sin is no longer a concern when I gaze into your eyes

Cradle my skin to yours as I praise your mortal body

Your heavenly tears cleansing my sinful mind

Forgiving my thoughts of you

Battered by an unforgiving world

You stand before my broken body and mind

And I see who you truly are

Perfection in its finest, flaws and all

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My new, handmade, costume! With a few photos of it not quite finished. Will update when I embroider the leaf pockets

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Sped run insanity yesterday by sewing with very little experience for 10 hours. In other, completely unrelated news, I now have a new ren faire outfit

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whenever i see the moon it’s like ok i want six blurry pictures of that on my phone so bad

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🌿𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 🌿

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"White Rabbit #20" and "White Rabbit #24" by Debra Broz.

Source

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They tried reaching out to the Gods.

But something else answered.

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I love hijab Mohawks

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Which one of you fuckers wants to ride bikes and loiter in the woods with me and swim in a lake that’s probably toxic? Has to be 90 degrees outside, humid, and about to storm outside or it doesn’t count