#Nowhere Diary

[retroactivepixels]

Slim apartment-towers visually separate the old blocks from newer ones. The old were constructed during the communist era (pre 1990) and some of them are getting fresh and better insulated facades. The newer buildings on the right side of the first picture are all made after 2000.

[kenmarten]

ken marten

[rubenvega]

[williammarksommer]

Thank you @nowherediarytumbler for featuring my series The Loneliest Highway on their site. You can see 25 photos from the series through the link below. Thank you.

https://nowherediary.co/news/the-loneliest-highway

[mae-cohl3]

Wet hair.

[grand-line-shenanigans]

Murderbot ART shared hacking brain space

[generalsdiary]

list of generals that i like.

general alatus (xiao, genshin impact)

general jing yuan (seat of divine foresight, star rail)

general jiyan (doctor turned general, wuthering waves)

general mahamatra (cyno, genshin impact)

[miasmultifandomdump]

Tell me I'm wrong

[somnas-writes]

Aphmau is the only person within mcd to have an inventory so to everyone else she just pulls shit from thing air.

Like

Laurence: we need Something to offer this guy so we can get away

Aphmau: oh I have a stack of gold ingots, would that work?

Laurence:… how tf were you carrying that?

[sinnamonbun-in-purgatory]

Some inked sketches for Easter today :)

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Day 744

Wanda: “I’m fine I’m fine!”

Y/N: Then why are you congested and your face is all swollen and red?”

Wanda: “It’s just a little cold!”

Agatha: “Yeah Y/N! Are you trying to imply that the vessel of the ancient being and deity THE Scarlet Witch can be incapacitated by a mortal illness?”

Y/N, squinting and dragging Agatha out of the room: “What are playing at? She CLEARLY needs medicine and rest!”

Agatha: “Yes…but have you considered the implications of a delirious Wanda?”

Y/N: “Yes, I HAVE! Or do you not remembered when the car door “disagreed” with her head on the trip to the pharmacy?”

Agatha: “Oh yeah…I was moreso thinking about that time when she had pneumonia and ordered seventy takeout grilled cheeses”

[bennettmaximoff]

Damon was incredibly protective and loving of Bonnie and ended up being her soulmate in the books, and the tvd writers thought “Hm, let’s make him a complete asshole to her throughout the entire show and hurt her at every given opportunity.” They took one look at how Stefan and Bonnie’s friendship was progressing throughout S1-S2 and decided to completely retcon it and started having him disregard her the same way everyone else did. You see, none of the main male characters were allowed to have actual meaningful connections with her because god forbid Bonnie be considered a potential love interest for them and not their self inserts. Damon can’t even tell Bonnie he loves her without them making sure to include “The same way Elena loved you.”

It’s the same reason why they didn’t have Bonnie attend the Mikaelson ball even though her being there made more sense than Matt or Caroline attending since the literal hostess was going to be siphoning her bloodline’s magic. She couldn’t be seen dressed up in a pretty gown like the other girls and dance with any of the male characters because again, god forbid Bonnie be held in the same regard as the other girls and ever thought of as a potential love interest for anyone besides throw away characters. It’s the same with Bonnie not interacting with any of the Mikaelson’s outside of her protecting the MFG from them. There are numerous connections between the Mikaelson’s and the Bennetts. Ayana Bennett was Esther’s mentor and seemed to be incredibly close to all her children. Abby desiccated Mikael, Esther wanted to use the Bennett Bloodline. Yet, not once are these connections explored. These could have potentially been some of the best storylines in the show, but that would have required the writers to not be prejudice and have biases towards certain characters.

But all this begs the question…if you’re going to make a character black or a poc so you can meet the diversity requirements, yet still neglect their character and use them as nothing but a shield to your white characters, then what is the point? Because I have no doubt that if they kept Bonnie’s race the same, she would have gotten the same opportunities as the other girls and wouldn’t be seen as just a mule. She would have still been poorly written, not debating that, but she would have been treated entirely differently by the writers and the fans.

[kenmarten]

ken marten

[rubenvega]

[carecarry]

suddenly, even swallowing feels like trying to choke down a fucking cactus.

it's funny, you know? like, how just seeing your name pop up on my timeline—just your name, not even a picture—suddenly makes my throat feel like it's stuffed with cotton balls. swallowing? not an option. not when i’m hit with this weird-ass cocktail of feelings.

i mean, how do i even begin to explain it? we were never really together, were we? it was all just pings and pixels, late-night texts and stolen moments behind screens. but damn if it didn't feel real. it felt so real that now, when i see you, it’s like this giant, invisible hand is squeezing my heart just a little too tight. just enough to remind me that i’m still here, still breathing, still missing you.

and god, i hate how much i miss you. i hate that i’ve got this mental replay button that won’t stop flashing all the good shit we had—the stupid memes, the endless convos about literally nothing, and how we made each other laugh like idiots over the dumbest things. it’s like my brain is doing this sick little game of "let's remind them of what they don’t have anymore!"

it’s like when you’re so goddamn thirsty but the only thing left in the fridge is that nasty soda no one drinks, and you’re stuck with this dry-ass throat, craving something that isn’t there anymore. that’s what seeing you feels like—like i’m thirsty for something i can't have. and it fucking sucks.

sometimes i wonder if you remember me, if something random—like a song we used to share or that stupid inside joke we had—hits you out of nowhere and makes your stomach twist the same way mine does. or maybe you’ve moved on, maybe you’re out there living your best life, and i’m just a shadow in your memory—a faint echo of something that almost was but never really got the chance to be.

it’s pathetic, really, but i can’t help it. every time i see you, i think of how we ended things—not with a bang, but with this quiet, awful fizzle. like a sparkler that burns out before you’re ready to let go. and it hurts because, despite everything, a part of me still wonders what could’ve been if we’d just held on a little tighter, a little longer.

but here we are, right? just two people who once meant the world to each other, now reduced to fleeting moments, like passing thoughts in the back of our minds, lingering only for a second before we move on.

fuck, i really need to stop thinking about you. but damn, if that were easy, i wouldn’t be sitting here, typing this shit out like some lovesick idiot. because no matter how hard i try to move on, to forget, there you are—just a scroll away, reminding me of everything we had, and everything we lost.

[mae-cohl3]

Living out of only two suitcases this summer. Pray for me sisters.