#ill have to see

[cleaverqueer]

MY BOOT RIPPED

RIGHT UP THE BACK LEFT SEAM

[m00ngbin]

Last chapter was SIGNIFICANTLY sweeter than the first one but that doesn't mean that I didn't suffer at all.

Anyways, time for chapter 3!!

Showing you a picture i took of a light up sunflower that I saw last week

[edenfire]

🪽🎀 angel, baby~🎀🪽

this was just meant to be a cool down doodle, but here we are XD angel dust has taken over my life💗💞🌸

also pls check out @hellbentcon if you haven't already👀🙏

[rhoddys]

Oh boy

I don’t think the caves are working on my switch now 😦

[bloomingtalent]

Like this for a starter/to plot

[this-doesnt-endd]

My ent is having me do a turbinate reduction and ever since he said ill be able to breath thru my nose much better i cannot wait like i cant imagine how nice itd be to go to bed and get like real deep breaths thru my nose

[handsomejack-ingoff]

im finally committing to playing oblivion and i think itd be really funny if my oblivion character did live all the way into skyrim. i think itd be funny if they lived through all the big 3 games, if i can get morrowind modded somewhat easily

[inkskinned]

fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho

[forgotmysword]

Doomed from the beginning

Unknown / Marguerite Duras / Blanca Varela / Ramona Ausubel / Anne Carson / Heather Havrilesky / Michael Cunningham / Lisel Mueller / Richard Siken x Dungeon Meshi by Ryoko Kui

[radioroxx]

this is kerdly 2 me. btw

[taikova]

here's some drawings from a "mt washington" -song inspired video project i never finished.

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[gibsalotdoodles]

portraits of the guys <3

prints now available on my redbubble!

[ruporas]

… and it all came flowing to his brain, three years of his youth. (ID in alt)

[puppyeared]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet