#mande

[actual-bill-potts]

Very important poll

[ciaospiriti]

[leregirenga]

Ya encontrarás a ese alguien

"Ya lo encontrarás, encontrarás ese alguien que te mande tantos mensajes demasiado cursis que harán sonrojar tus mejillas, encontrarás a ese loco que el único dolor que te causará será en el estómago de reír por sus cosquillas o sus tonterías. Encontrarás a ese alguien que estará contigo cuando te sientas de lo peor y también cuando seas la mejor versión de ti, lo encontrarás ya verás que sí y él será el culpable de que te juzguen de loca cuando vayas por la calle riendo por recordar sus chistes malos. Encontrarás a ese que se fijará en la belleza de tu alma pero también verá lo bonito que son tus orejas y que no se avergonzará de pedir otros cinco tacos contigo con otra coca grande. Vas a encontrar un amor como el que tú sabes dar, un amor increíble, loco y grandioso, un amor bonito, vas a encontrarlo yo lo sé. Ese alguien hará que tus inviernos fríos sean siempre primaveras con muchas flores y que amará esa blusa que todos te dicen que se ve mal y la amará solo porque tú eres la modelo. Lo vas a encontrar y cuando eso pase encontrarás también motivos para seguir en el camino, encontrarás que aunque el mundo está jodido alguien lo puede hacer un poco más colorido, pero eso sí, cuando lo encuentres abrázalo y ámalo tan pero tan fuerte hasta que sus almas se vuelvan una y verás que no se alejará de ti".

Javier Velázquez

[earthling-wolf]

I did a DNA test

here are my ancestrality results:

Europe: 89%

Iberia: 50%

Western Europe: 12%

Italy: 7%

Balkans: 6%

Sardinia: 4%

Basque: 4%

Sephardi Jewish: 3%

Eastern Europe: <3%

Fennoscandia: <2%

Africa: 7%

Mandè: 6%

Costa da Mina: <2%

America: 3%

Amazônia: 3%

Middle East and Maghreb: <2%

Maghreb: <2%

Maternal Lineage: B2

Paternal Lineage: R1b

[nonenglishsongs]

Les Amazones d'Afrique, Mamani Keïta, Fafa Ruffino - Flaws (Bambara?)

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Equipe di Oggi sabato, 07 dicembre 2024

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

Long day

[gigizetz]

come play mermaids with me ^.^

fun fact every time I drew the siren I was humming Mermaids by florence + the machine to myself

[swagglessmoth]

Idk man, what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room

What happened earlier ⬇️

[xtime4ames]

lines by @/arsonistfrogg on twitter!! listen 2 bubble gum by clairo and then experience this love potion AU marcanne i colored :)

[nightcolorz]

amc iwtv fans who r newly discovering the wonders of Armand, it’s very important to me that u know that he is sweet and gentle with children. In queen of the damned during a moment of impending stress and conflict he pauses the plot momentarily to smile affectionately at a crowd of tricker treating kids and toss money in their bags. In the vampire Armand he sees the ghosts of dead children because he is especially in tune to their suffering compared to other vampires. When he was Amadeo he played with and looked after his young brothers. That’s all 🥹

[nonenglishsongs]

Fatoumata Diawara - Nsera feat. Damon Albarn (Bambara)

[rhiezus]

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party // daehyun x danbi

it had been quite some time since danbi found herself in the company of so many people gathered not out of obligation or urgency, but simply to sit, to eat, to drink good wine, and to share the stories that made up their lives, or even just the small, mundane rhythms of the everyday. it had been even longer since such scenes felt natural to her. life hadn’t been particularly lively in a while. invitations still came, of course, but she couldn’t attend every event or gathering. there were the children to think of and honestly idea of standing for more than thirty minutes in shoes that pinched was, more often than not, enough to keep her home. she much preferred quiet moments like this, surrounded by people whose lives, like hers, had taken on a slower, softer shape. where stories about diaper changes turned into laughter, and forgetting a lunchbox had the weight of a midweek tragedy. she could see herself in those stories, in those lives, reflected back across the dinner table. and yet, a question lingered—why, among all this familiarity, did she still feel like she didn’t quite belong?

it wasn’t about her being shy, or even about her former life on television. many of the mothers admired her and made a point of including her in everything they organized. they were proud to have danbi as a guest. they were kind, thoughtful, and open. there was a quiet camaraderie between them, a shared attentiveness born from that deep, universal desire to do right by their children. danbi, too, took pride in these small parental rituals. she liked staying informed about the school, the community, the subtle pulse of neighborhood life. it was all so different from the life she’d lived before—and yet, as with most things she tried her hand at, she navigated it with grace and competence.

still, for all her effort, and all the appreciation directed her way, something within her hesitated to fully inhabit the role. not because it was wrong. there was nothing inherently difficult in becoming what others expected her to be. after all, she had been playing roles—gracefully, convincingly—for most of her life. and yet. even when other mothers looked at her with wide eyes and said, “wow, i don’t know how you do it,” danbi could only offer a soft smile, a small pause, and the most honest answer she had “neither do i.”

it only took a glance for daehyun to know exactly what she was thinking and feeling. it was something not every couple had, but time and everything they had been through together had given them that quiet, mutual power. and when her gaze drifted far away, distant, detached from reality in a way she herself couldn't comprehend, that was when he would find her. with his radiant presence, his comforting smile, and his soul-deep touch of someone who knew her inside out.

this feeling came when she felt his hand find her leg under the table. there was no need for words, just a gentle glance, a shared smile, ordinary and unremarkable on the surface but meaningful for them. suddenly, it was as if color returned to her world. her head, once lost in the clouds, was back in the present, wherever that present was, as long as it was with him. his quiet reassurance was all she needed. like in the arkam song, i don't wanna be okay without you. there was no point in having a life if not shared between them. and deep down, the understanding that she didn’t need to be anything more, or anyone else, so long as she was herself and things would work out as they always did. the danbi he knew and loved was the one worthy of it all, he had told her that more than once in many different ways. which made her certain that this life they had built together was for them and their children only and anything else telling otherwise was just background noise.

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Gazzettino di Oggi martedì, 12 novembre 2024

[sewrwolf]

botticelli angel