#forgottenmemories

[nostalgiacatalog]

There's a moment when driving down the highway, when it's dark and foggy, where time and space distort. It's both eerie and comforting.

[commraderanrin]

How many braincells in Saphhire

𝓝𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓘 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵.

[deeswhimsicalwonders]

Some lore art

[cclarklibrary]

Indiana State Sanitorium

[amimiyama]

You can easily tease me back bud

MAIMING YOU MAIMING YOU MAIMINH YOU MAIMING YOU MA-

I've never. Teased anyone though. - Mark

MAIMING MAIMING MAIMIGN MAIMIGN - joanh

[y4kchannel]

Crop Circle Decoding, Part 4 | ᑕᗩTEᖇᑭIᒪᒪᗩᖇ ᑕᖇOᑭ ᑕIᖇᑕᒪE | 🐛🌾🚜🌿🌱🌽👨🏽 🌾🧑🏽 ☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ƈʀօք ƈɨʀƈʟɛ ɖɛƈօɖɨռɢ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆ is an Edutainment channel. This channel is committed to publishing videos related to and explaining the ways and methods of Decoding Crop circles that have appeared on this Earth recently and in the past.

#Cropcircledecoding #UFO #creatorscalendar #timekeeping #lostconsciousness #cropcircle #cropcircles #cropcircleeducation #cropcirclesfromtheair #cropcircleformation #simpletruth #jubileeyears #heavenonearth #forgottenmemories #forgottenhistories

[vaporstream]

浸没 IMMERSION 🐟🐠🐡 | iacon

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[engaging-heartstrings]

No heat in my house...again...day 3...but I have pretty eyes...

Says the sexy photographers...

While the light behind me creates a fantastic "interesting effect"

[zangel9]

#nomatter how #tempting how #tough it is ... #justbreathe #inhaleexhale ... #itwillpass 😈😇 in time, it will be just another #forgottenmemories 😁 (at West Palm Beach, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4yLrRigPpHtyncp5BzDfYXuLkBLH0g3lJb6Jg0/?igshid=1oleef3yr5hre

[marvalinafangheart]

Who are you?

Marvalina stands at the altar, her wedding dress hugging her body perfectly, emphasizing her natural beauty. The fresh white of the silk making her tan skin and orange hair stand that all the more in the dim lighting of the church. She cast the crowd inside it’s hallowed halls a small glance. The people of Gilneas are dignified and quiet, it shows on their faces. Her fiance's side with his family and friends, all sit with their hands in their laps and no emotion on their faces, are the perfect examples. However, Marvalina had always drawn the outcasts to her. Her two best friends wave from their seats and encourage her to pay attention to the minister. Her mother and father although old and feeble found enough strength to make it. They are both crying tears of joy as they look upon their daughter with pride. The last seat on her side remained empty, the seat meant for her brother.

Marv cared not if her brother showed up or if he decided to leave town. She only allowed a seat for him to appease her fiance. A show that she was no longer afraid of him. That he no longer held any power over her.

Today was the day her life was going to change forever. After today she will no longer have to suffer at her brothers hand. No more sewing until her fingers bled to pay for food and medicine, for him to just steal it and gamble it away. No longer will she have to lie about a busted lip, black eye, or broken bones when ever he lost even a single copper. Today is the day she would finally be free.

“I do.” Her fiance reaches over and gently squeezes her hand.

Marvalina turns her attention back to the matter at hand. She radiates with delight under her veil thankful for the lace cloth hiding her tears.

“I do.” Her voice soft and timid just like her personality. So fragile, so easily broken, so innocent to the ways of the world and the hearts of men. 

The minister turns to each of them as he speaks kindly yet firmly, “Then by the power invested in me by the Light. I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The minister smiles wide, “Now kiss your bride already before she explodes.” Marvalina hadn’t even noticed she was slightly bouncing up and down where she stood.

Everyone on her fiance's side, claps softly while her side hoots and hollers like they are at a bar fight. She can feel her cheeks getting redder by the second. The pain from smiling so much, not even bothering her.

She can’t see every detail but she can see the shape of his hands lifting up her veil. Something tells her to look down at the ground as he gently places it behind her head. 

“You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, Marvie.” He gently cups the side of her face and she finally decides to look up. To her horror instead of the beautiful man she had fallen in love with in his place stands a snarling wolf. Eyes beady and blood red, as it bares his fangs at her ready to strike. Marvalina recoils in horror and shrieks. Looking to her family they all have been replaced with wolves. Heart pounding and fear coursing through her like ice and fire she picks up the skirts of her gown and tries to run out of the chapel. But it was too late. They were already on her, the beasts biting and clawing at her flesh tearing it apart as she screamed, begging for mercy. Begging for the torment to end. Then everything went black.

Marvalina sits up in bed, drenched in sweat her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. It had been months since she had a dream like that...no not a dream. A memory twisted by her own mind and confusion of who she used to be. Of who she was, but they started up again. The night her sister, Ina’le, was found. Was not her real sister of course. But the biological daughter of the woman she called her mother.

Marv looks over at the empty space her wife, Kaserina, a Draenei woman she had met in a bar not too long ago, usually sleeps. 

“Right...took the kids to the summer home.” She rubs her face and then runs her hands through her hair, combing out the tangles from another night of fitful sleep.

Marv looks over and grabs her dressing gown from off the post of the bed. Slipping her arms through the perfectly woven silk. She throws over the bedding and lets her feet dangle off the edge of the bed. The subtle swaying of the waters below rocking the ship back and forth. Offering her some kind of comfort. Bringing her back to reality and calming her down as best as it can. To her there was no better embrace than that of the sea, she would live and die on the sea. She looks at her hand and notices the rough calluses and scars from pulling ropes, hand to hand combat training, and just the worn skin of a pirates life.

Finally satisfied that she isn’t going to scream and break things, she finally stands the hard cold comfort of the floorboards just adding to her comfort. She walks over to her desk and sits down in the plush leather chair bolted behind it, all of her furniture had to be bolted down. She smiles at a drawing on her desk she had paid for, all of her family, her wife and five kids and entire crew standing in their best clothes. She picks it up turning it over and taking the key hidden in the back of the frame. The key only ever opens one lock. To one drawer that holds all her secrets. 

The key slides into the lock of her bottom drawer of her desk with an ease that shows she opens it every day. Filled to the brim with scrolls and maps of treasures long since forgotten in the minds of men. She sweeps them aside and opens the false bottom. Inside rests a small black wooden box. Painted in gold around the sides locking runes of her own design. Only she could open it. Only she knew what laid inside.

Waving her hand over to runes, they light up as the lid springs open. Inside, resting on soft red velvet rests a polished silver, heart shaped locket. A floral design etched into the metal on the edge of the heart. She picks it up and let’s the morning sun reflect almost like a mirror into its surface. Marvalina has tried everything to open it. Every spell, every lock pick, not even world renowned tinkerers of the gnomes or acclaimed jewelcrafters of dwarves and elves alike could get it open. Something was keeping it closed, something she was scared deep down in her soul to find out. All she knew was someone she loved gave it to her.

Was it you? Did you give this to me before we wed? I don’t even know your name anymore. I can’t even remember your face. But I remember the way you used to make me feel. I remember the way you would look at me. Are you still alive? Are you still waiting for the girl you used to know? Or did you move on like I did? Have I betrayed you by giving my heart and soul to another?

There is a slight knock at the cabin door to distract her from her thoughts, “Come in.”

She doesn’t put the necklace away instead she just hides it in a closed fist as the door slowly opens. Big Jimmy stands in the doorway. The half orc and her first mate has always been one of her closest friends and confidant. Most do not see the man behind the scared face, or the mark of a slave similar to Marv’s, on his forehead. Unlike her mark, a spiral design that goes from ankle to thigh much like a series of rose thorns, his being two pickaxes crossed with a whip around it. He was a forced miner while she was a tavern wench.  He smiles at her and nods.

“We made it Captain. We are about ready to lay anchor.” Marv chuckles, “How many times do I have to tell you Jimmy. Call me Marv.” “It wouldn’t be right Captain. On duty and all that.” “When are you not on duty.” She stands wrapping her dressing gown fully around herself to protect from the cold. She slaps him on the shoulder gently with her free hand as she passes by. Once on deck she is greeted with nothing but howling winds, dark clouds rolling in from shore, and the smell of the salt air. Jimmy follows her close behind as the two head to the tip of the ship. The ruined dock of this abandoned port town of Gilneas just waiting for them to dock. As the wind blows through her hair making it look like a beacon of fire, she can see it. There it is in the center of town. The tall white steeple of the building she has been dreaming about, waiting for her. “Are you sure about this Captain? Sometimes the past should stay there.” She clutches the locket tighter in her hand, the sharp edges of the hinges digging into her flesh, “I have to. I have to know who I am.” 

[pakkunbuelna]

Forgotten Memories #ForgottenMemories #GustavoSantaolalla #TheLastOfUs #OST #MusicInspired #Tokyo #Travel #adventure #otherview #abandoned #random #oldbuildings #contrast #東京 #日本 #Tsukiji (at 築地市場駅) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxOC_VonZH0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=145pgz4xkjvdn

[commraderanrin]

OCS. HOW THEY WLD DRAW EACHOTHER. NOW!!!!

I had so much fun doodling these i kept laughing my ass off in between (Silver is the ultimate brainrotter here)

[splashes-of-joy]

Happy Release Day to sweet author Penny Zeller for her book Forgotten Memories. BOOK DETAILS Some memories are best forgotten… The Wyoming Territory is rife with lawlessness and disorder, something Annie Ledbetter and her parents discover when their wagon train is robbed. Seven years later, Annie settles into her lifelong dream as a teacher in the small town of Willow Falls. When she meets handsome rancher Caleb Eliason through a humorous misunderstanding, she is quickly drawn to his kind heart and charming smile. Former outlaw Caleb Eliason embraces his chance at a fresh start. Gone are the days of robbing stagecoaches and wagon trains. When he falls in love with the new Willow Falls teacher, he doesn’t realize they’ve met before—under much different circumstances. When his past comes to light, will it put the growing love between them at risk? Can forgiveness and redemption heal two broken hearts or will the past keep them from sharing a future? #wyomingterritory #forgottenmemories #christianhistoricalromance #Christian #christianhistoricalfiction https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch8HkgErXx_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shemoansabs]

🌫🪴 #lostInTheClouds #stayMedicated #herb 🌿🍁🔥 🌬 #memories #fade #fadedMemories #DyingMemories #ForgottenMemories #fadingMemories 🌫🌬 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChISSZjv4eF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[amimiyama]

Also

My friend has crap opinions../aff

LONG!!! and HDNFKSF HELP nightmare tbh - jonah

[y4kchannel]

JELLYFISH CROP CIRCLE | Crop Circle Decoding, Part 3 🎐🐟🐠🦐🐙🦂🐬🐡👀🎏🌾🌾�

☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ƈʀօք ƈɨʀƈʟɛ ɖɛƈօɖɨռɢ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆ is an Edutainment channel. This channel is committed to publishing videos related to and explaining the ways and methods of Decoding Crop circles that have appeared on this Earth recently and in the past.

#Cropcircledecoding #UFO #creatorscalendar #timekeeping #lostconsciousness #cropcircle #cropcircles #cropcircleeducation #cropcirclesfromtheair #cropcircleformation #simpletruth #jubileeyears #heavenonearth #forgottenmemories #forgottenhistories