#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[lichtluv]

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵.

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

- 𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.

[veryberryjelly]

halloween celebrations with spencer reid <3

its september, i can officially post fall/ halloween content

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[deadghosy]

Evil hufflepuff moodboard? :)

𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[loverrgirl3]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 🌸🎟🎀💝

*𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!*

[christine-grey]

~ 𝐢𝐢𝐰𝐯 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[elysian-fawn]

𐔌 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 ⦂ 𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 .ᐟ ꒱ ︵˚.⁺୭

𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 , 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠 , 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑠 . 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 , 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 .

𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 , 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑝𝘩 . 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 , 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏�� 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 , 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 , 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 . 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑠 , 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝘩𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 .

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ song pairing › meet me in the pale moonlight by lana del ray › put me down by the cranberries › mystified by fleetwood mac › new year's prayer by jeff buckley

[edenspoem]

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♡

all images were found from pinterest. this is a concept i will definitely be writing about!

[deathofacupid]

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩!𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 .ᐟ ⟢ heads rolling for the one i adore.

[welostheplot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

a moodboard that represents you, the reader, in threshold, my tlou x twilight au.

"𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐞’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬." — introspective. stubborn. quiet, but not fragile. sharp enough to hold your own in a town crawling with secrets. there’s an offbeat charm in the way you stumble through jackson’s strange new world.

long-sleeved shirts paired with thrifted denim. worn-in converse. mismatched socks. cherry flavored chapstick. silver jewelry. an old key on a chain around your neck. chipped dark red nail polish on bitten nails. coffee gone cold beside dog-eared books. a stack of journals—half filled, half abandoned. tangled earbuds in jacket pockets.

[starkeyslust]

𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍.

𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧, 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨. 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙.

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.

𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮/𝙣 𝙮/𝙡/𝙣, outer banks’ hottest couple. the couple everyone idolized and wished they could be. girls all over the island wanted to be her. guys all over the island wanted to be him. the parties, the drugs, the love, the money. what more could anyone want on the island of outer banks?

one look at the couple would leave you questioning how two people could be so picture perfect. driving their fancy and brand new cars, never dirty and never a scratch or dent. always smiling, showing off loads of pda on any occasion. looking like they stepped right out of a romantic comedy movie. the type of couple you would watch on the tv as a child and only dream to have the impossible.

she was a walking goddess. from her shining smile to her sweet angelic laugh. her hair was shinier than anything anyone’s ever seen. she smelt like heaven. her perfume was intoxicating and left anyone who smelt it in another mindset. she seemed to never have a pimple, a bad day, never a hair out of place. her skin was buttery smooth, shiny and clear. some would say she quite literally was glowing. always dressed in luxury brands, heels on any occasion, the newest and most expensive handbags with matching jewelry. her nails never having a chip. always manicured to perfection, toes painted white. she didn’t need to work, her family had it all. she had money up to her head, swimming in the bills. she just got to prance around town, going to every shop in the mall, just to go home to her prince charming.

he was the guy every girls wanted since he hit puberty. standing at six foot four, built with muscles that would have any girl fainting. his cologne reeked of money and power. his deep husky voice made anyone melt in their spot, fawning over his even deeper chuckle. his smirk was extremely attractive and caused far too many girls to squeeze their thighs together. his captivating ocean blue eyes holding an intimidating gaze but at the same time, all anyone wanted to do was dive into them. he was every girls dream man. the type of guy they wished to marry as little girl dressed like a princess. although his flaws were out in the open for anyone to observe. everyone in outer banks knew of his explosive tendencies. his willingness to fight anyone who ticked him off in the slightest. his haunting cocaine addiction that only added to the ticking time bomb inside of him. his deep hatred for pogues never went unannounced. if you weren’t his friend or fawning over him, you hated him.

he would die for you and he’s told you that far too many times.

what more could anyone want? a picture perfect life straight out of a fairytale with just the added bonus of a boyfriend who would fight any guy who even gave you a sideways glance. 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡.

keep your eyes up as you traverse the driveway, past the gates and up the steps to the front door. don’t bother knocking, no one’s going to answer. turn the knob and open the door. watch the true rafe cameron and y/n y/l/n unfold right in front of your eyes.

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as many are lead to believe, rafe cameron is an explosive shell of a man who can’t handle his fragile masculinity being threatened. unafraid to scream in anyone’s faces if they try to test him. didn’t matter if it was his family, friend, man or woman. even his girlfriend. right?

let’s actually scrap that. that’s how he was before he met you. y/n changed his life around. he felt he was able to control his anger better. he could talk things out without a fight unlike his previous ‘relationships’. he felt calm when he walked the halls of his childhood home for once in his lifetime. only because he knew he was walking to him room where you resided. you and your warm embrace. your angelic laugh and cosmic smile. he felt like he was living in a fan fiction, a dream. in reality it was a nightmare, a horror movie.

six months and six days is all it took for y/n to change. you were a nightmare dressed as a daydream. you knew the game all too well. how to dig deep into his brain and feelings. you knew just the way to make him feel safe and secure. to back down. lose his confidence in defense. he won’t fight back anymore. that was something you are confident in. an confident you should be.

the first time it happened, it was a sunny saturday afternoon on topper thornton’s boat. rafe was talking with kelce while you and topper were at the front of the boat. he had just broken up with sarah and he always had his eye on you. rafe had been alerted by your all too familiar flirty tone and even flirtier giggle. it made his head snap to you guys, only to be met with your hand feeling up his bicep. he didn’t want to accuse you in front of everyone, but he was twitching to say something. an excuse later, the day was cut short and you were back in an empty tannyhill with no one but rafe.

“were you fucking flirting with topper?”

that set you off. how dare he accuse you of flirting with his best friend? “what the fuck rafe? why would i ever do that?” you asked in disbelief, anger bubbling all too quickly. although you knew that you were and you didn’t care. you would do what you pleased. he wouldn’t hear that from your lips though.

that was your first real fight. one sentence caused a full on screaming match between the two of you. one sentence caused rafe to find out who you really were behind those sparking eyes and perfect face. he should’ve known it was too good to be true. he would never get his happy ending. a guy like him didn’t deserve it.

before he knew it, you were grabbing the closest thing to you and chucking it with a strength he never expected you to have. it was a glass statue. one that shattered upon impact and left him littered with glass shards in his delicate skin. the impacted areas began to bleed nearly immediately and you just walked away. he would clean up the mess he started on his own.

he broke a seal that day. every little thing began setting you off that he did wrong in your eyes. which was nearly everything. the slightest tone change or glance in the wrong way and he would earn yet another bruise to his body. you were stronger than your small body gave off. way too strong. a slap, a punch, something thrown, it didn’t matter. you were doing one or all on the daily at this point. he put up with the torture for months.

rafe began crying more than he was smiling. he was left to clean up your mess on his own, bandaging himself up, crying from the pain as he showered. the hot water hitting every spot causing a burning sensation that made his body feel like it was on fire. he was living in hell everyday with you.

not once would he fight back. he knew you would run with it and twist the story. your father was more prominent than his and would do anything for his little girl. his life would be ruined way too quick if he put his hands on you. he took it with pressed lips and dull eyes that held nothing but pain and sorrow. the love that once lit up his eyes slipped away, taking his bright blue hue with it. leaving nothing but dull gray regret in its place.

it was only a few days after your thousandth fight that you began using his cocaine. you told him he didn’t need it and needed to stop anyways. it formed an addiction in your veins that left you high everyday, unable to function without it. it only made you meaner, stronger. the bruise here and there turned into bruises littering his body daily.

he had even ended up in the hospital once. he had nightmares about that day. you were cutting up some fruit when he set you off and your first instinct was to throw the knife directly at him. it hit just next to his heart by pure magic and he was rushed to the hospital.

you spent hours of your life putting makeup on his visible bruises to hide what you truly were behind closed, locked, and bolted doors. he was forced to act happy and in love. the pictures you two posted kept up the idea of just how perfect you two were. no one even batted an eye and the two of you. why would they? you were perfect together after all.

you sat at his desk, snorting lines while he was in bed rest from the stab wound. you starved him and would leave to be with topper. he could fend for himself after all. he was a grown man who did nothing but push your buttons. like a little kid in an elevator.

he would be in too much pain to move so he laid there until he was able to get wheezie to bring him something. he would open instagram or snapchat just to be met with pictures of you and topper. waterworks began like clockwork.

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he would rather be dead than live another day as your boyfriend.

after being hospitalized again, rafe cameron had decided he had enough. once he recovered, he stood across the living room from you. he wasn’t backing down this time. he was fighting back.

“y/n you can’t keep doing this to me! you’re going to kill me! i never did anything to you to deserve this kind of treatment. i fucking loved you and you had the audacity to flirt with my best friend!” the blonde boy yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

you could only laugh, crossing your arms across your chest in a testing manor. “you’re a big boy rafe. you can handle it. i told you time and time again that i never acted in any flirtatious way towards topper.”

“that’s bullshit. i see all the shit you two post. no best friends post like that. especially when one of them are in a relationship.” he scoffed, rolling eyes following. “i’ve had enough of it y/n. i have no feelings but hatred for you now. i’m fucking done!”

“you’re done? good luck rafe. you can never leave me and you know that. your father will be pissed you fucked up such a big business deal for him.” you said, laughing at the audacity this boy had.

“i’ll tell him what you’ve been doing. why im really in the hospital, why his shit is really broken almost daily. i’ll tell the police, your family, everyone. you’ll be the one with nothing. i would rather be dead than with you another minute.” he threatened, narrow his eyes. his heart was racing a million miles per hour. his anxiety was through the roof and quite frankly, he was scared.

“oh yeah? you’re going to tell everyone? listen to me carefully rafe cameron.” you snapped, tone dark and senile. you began stepping closer to him. he only backed up in response until he was against a wall. he was trapped as you got in his face.

“you are nothing without me. you’ll have no friends left. everyone will believe that you’re just the same coke addicted, hotheaded, fucking piece of shit you’ve always been. you were always getting in fights and suddenly that just stopped? oh no. no one will believe that. you’re just an insecure little bitch with daddy issues. ward would never believe you and he will never love you rafe. you’re no sarah, get that through your thick skull. all that matters when it comes to you is that you see through this business deal for him. do you really think anyone will believe a little boy that can’t do anything right? a little boy that could never do anything right in the public’s eyes. keep talking your bullshit and see where it gets you.” you ranted, voice holding venom. a dark twisted laugh escaped your perfectly glossed plump lips. “if you would rather be dead, than so be it. i’ll make sure that happens. you’ve always said you’d die for me.” you said, a smirk growing.

your eyes were devoid of emotion, almost pitch black. he had never seen them like that before. he had never seen you turn into a full blown psychopath. he seemed to have really pushed you over the edge this time. he had a feeling he would never get his happy ending. he was about to meet his end today. there was no way out of this. he signed his death contract the day he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes. he realizes that now. slowly as the minutes pass, he comes to peace with his inevitable death at your hands.

he was at peace with the fact he would never feel his fathers love. his friends aren’t his friends. you aren’t who he fell in love with. he was never good enough. just a fuck up. a disgrace to the cameron family name. you were right in the end. you always were.

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rafe cameron’s death was the talk of the island. not a single soul wasn’t talking about it. you were painted as the grieving girlfriend who was the victim in all of it. an autopsy was never performed on his body. his death was passed as an overdose from cocaine. after all, he had loads of it in his room and all over his desk. his friends warned him about his addiction. it would kill him. only they didn’t realize it was a different addiction that would kill him.

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𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙮’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨!

first fic! it went a completely different direction than i had planned but that’s alright! what do we think? i also haven’t proofread it yet, so excuse any typos! <3 hope you enjoyed it!

[veryberryjelly]

bookshop and cafe date with jason todd &lt;3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

someone headcanoned that jacob elordi is jason todd and i can't get it out of my head .!!.

models in this moodpboard are not any depiction of s/o, just the aesthetic of the photos

[deadghosy]

omg i'm absolutely in love w/ your moodboards 🥺😭 all of them are so pretty like i want to eat them whole

if it's not a bother for you, would you mind doing a potions nerd ravenclaw one? 💙 thx for your time

Aww thank you so much! And it’s not a bother at all, here’s your request!

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[m0rning-st4ar]

𝐜𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 / 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅

[r0ttingc0yote]

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝⋆₊˚ʚ 🌲₊˚✧ ﾟ。

⋆ 𓂃๋࣭ ⊹ ☾ ₊˚ ✧ ﾟ𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜

₊ ⊹ ﹏ '𓂃× ｡ ꪆৎ ☆╰┈➤𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜

[lichtluv]

⋆───── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─────⋆

𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑝 𝑎 𝑟 𝑡...

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

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⟢ 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.

[elysian-fawn]

𐔌 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 .ᐟ ꒱ ︵˚.⁺୭

𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩����𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 , 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 . 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 .

𝑎 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝘩𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 , 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡 . 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙'𝑠-𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 , 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 , 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 ; 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 . 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 , 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡𝘩𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 .

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𝒻𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 ‿ 𓈒༉‧⊹

「 archery ❊ the gentle thrum of an acoustic guitar being played ❊ the lead of a pencil scratching against the surface of a page in a sketchbook ❊ cooing at any and all stray cats ❊ gold jewellery ❊ a needle scratching a vinyl disc as it plays its songs ❊ the smell of rain ❊ hopeless romanticism ❊ the thrill of holding onto a good secret ❊ the sounds of a forest on a sunny day 」

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𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ song pairing › sunny day by beabadoobee › cherish the day by sade › ride by lana del ray › natural mystic by bob marley & the wailers