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The Yule Ball

12.28.24

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🤲🏻✨

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you wonder why i am constantly re-reading the secret history?

because i would rather be part of the murderous greek class than part of society

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Sign this petition to save Lockwood & Co

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The daily mail is talking about our petition! Keep going guys! If you'd like to sign it, the link is HERE

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Should I redraw this as Lucy with the Skull?

Drew this while listening to slavic demonology lecture

("Vasilisa the Beautiful" by Ivan Bilibin, Russian illustrator)

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„Portland Row is my home. You and George.“

LOCKWOOD & CO. (2023)

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Please, vote to save Lockwood & Co.

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Normally i don’t post anything but im begging you to vote for Lockwood and co.👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.

Narcissa Malfoy

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Me at the university

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Солнечный свет обрамлял ее лицо

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I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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My therapy is expressively reading this out loud in the middle of the night to the invisible audience

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i don’t know what it is about it but something about wearing nothing but a white cotton nightgown, barefoot, is just the purest form of the soul for me