#goodnight chat <3

[mossychaos]

ignore the bad quality but ive finally drawn a full version of my Lamb

[chrollohearttags]

y’all listen to true crime podcasts to fall asleep or are all your screws tightened up?

[volivolition]

sleep time again, wishing all of you well. i hope your days are bright and nights are peaceful and i hope there's moments that make you happy <3

[buriedabove]

The relatives on his mother’s side lived for decades in the Tatra Mountains,  a part of the Carpathians.  They were self-sufficient Highlanders growing their vegetables and sheep farming,  but the times were getting rougher and more challenging and the younger generation began seeking a life in the city,  which seemed like a distant dream.  Leon’s great-grandfather  (  an aspiring composer,  who wanted to bring the folklore melodies outside of the community and out to what he believed to be the bigger world  )  was the one to take the risk.  He and his wife managed to get the essential documents allowing them to leave the country and the continent altogether,  and soon enough they settled down in Colorado.  The landscapes almost made them feel right at home,  despite the initial alienation they carried throughout the years.

His great-grandfather’s name didn’t make it to the billboards as he imagined,  infatuated by the new and seemingly broader perspectives lying up ahead.  He ended up working in a factory,  facing the bleak reality of having to put his dreams aside for the sake of putting food on the table.  At an older age when their financial situation stabilised and so did their social status,  he opened up a roadside repair shop that later was inherited by his son,  who kept the family business running.  Leon’s mother had little to no interest in having anything to do with it,  but she was helping around the shop in her spare time.

She wanted to return to what her grandfather was trying to start.  He left her the music sheets,  his violin and the old piano he brought all the way from his childhood house.  But her dreams were crushed too,  by her own father.  Although her passion for playing continued,  she had never made it her career path.  She was working various odd jobs while getting her major in philology.  Eventually,  she became a school teacher specialising in literature.  A few years after that,  she became Mrs. Kennedy and gave birth to Leon.

He doesn’t remember his mother much as she came to pass some months after his father,  but he always remembers her warmly.  She was encouraging him to find solace in art.  From the things he got to keep,  the books holding Polish poetry of the 1950s and 1960s he holds especially dearly.  Though she wasn’t speaking her native language under their roof a lot,  many pages contain handwritten translations and notes,  which allow him to understand not only the texts themselves but also his mum’s way of thinking and interpreting the world around her.

[witherfide]

my fav hobby is disappearing for hours on end then suddenly emerging with some random bullshit

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ok ….. i’ve queued up a lot of fanarts and asks and fics so i . will probably be clogging the dash a little…. i still have so much to add though :’3

[farmthot]

another day of scrolling the dash and being like hehe you guys are so silly

[okthatsgreat]

if you see me reblogging things at 3am just know it’s because i make a lot of really mediocre decisions. keep scrolling

[bloodymiso]

event announcement!! 🔊🔊

in celebration of my upcoming 17th birthday(narcissistic, i know) i will be holding a mini event on my blog! details will be posted tomorrow! see you in my askbox:3 all tags related to the event will be tagged with # ꩜ .ᐟ >_< party rockin’!!

ps. for a lil sneak peak, its a prompt event & the prompts are party related!! ^_^ (kinda obvious)

[socks-wizard-money-gang]

I feel so fucking ill

[volivolition]

okay buddy let's try to be human tomorrow ok?

[mars-ipan]

THE CLOCK HATH STRUCK MIDNIGHT AND THE DAY OF THE FOOL COMES TO AN END. I PRESENT TO YOU ALL MY FINAL SCORE

[shiraishi-an-official]

[When An goes to sleep that night, she’s back in SEKAI like she was earlier in the day. Nagi is ahead of her, walking away like she did all those times before.]

nagi-san…! wait!

[An runs after her again, and the same scene plays out. She’s yelling, and she trips, landing face first on the hard concrete. Only this time… Nagi doesn’t stop. She keeps walking.]

wait… no… come back! wait!

[An runs again, only to notice Navi’s disappeared entirely. She turns around, hoping to see Miku in the same place she was before, waiting for her. Only to see nobody. Nobody was there with her. Her teammate, Miku, her aunt, nobody. An shrinks, suddenly feeling tiny in the huge open area.]

nagi-san? miku…? kohane? akito, toya?!

anyone…?

[An shoots up, gripping her blankets and the stuffed bear Mizuki made for her in an iron grip, trying to stifle the tears threatening to spring forward.]

[batnsons]

can’t sleep and I feel like an emotional wreck and I just wanna hug my boyfriend dammit

[risingsunresistance]

last final tomorrow, wish me luck o7

[enluv]

going to bed dreaming of jay <3