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for lerkin while werkin

@madstronaut / madstronaut.tumblr.com

✨an '80s baby✨ MDNI/18+ lazyscrollin on tumblr is the new millenial sleep aid an undulating ouroboros of faficowrimo rantrambles pfp by the magnificent mooschie / header by llegaspacheco (fun fact: the original firedoggo meme is by kcgreenn!) minors srsly shoo here go play Bad Egg or A Dark Room
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Botanical [ 8 colors ]

Nature doesn't hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Bedtime Story.

Short story by Jeffery Whitmore! Wanted to make this into a comic for a while :] just in a girl boss sorta mood hehe

A selection of animals from various 17th and 18th century calligraphy copybooks which were drawn with single lines to practice (and show off) penmanship strokes.

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The moment that brings tears to your eyes.

Maybe it’s all utterly meaningless. Maybe it’s all unutterably meaningful. If you want to know which, pay attention to what it means to be truly human in a world that half the time we’re in love with and half the time scares the hell out of us. Any fiction that helps us pay attention to that is religious fiction. The unexpected sound of your name on somebody’s lips. The good dream. The strange coincidence. The moment that brings tears to your eyes. The person who brings life to your life. Even the smallest events hold the greatest clues.”

- Frederick Buechner, Peculiar Treasures: A Biblical Who's Who (Harper & Row, 1979) (via Whiskey River)

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In Limbo

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | mafia!au | masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Four: my girl

tw: smut, anxiety, mention of past non-con, blood/wounds, (slight blood kink if you squint really hard)

The stubble of Simon’s jaw scrapes against the side of your neck as he kisses you, teeth hovering over your carotid artery—yearning, but not biting; not yet. 

You always thought sex would be scarier than this. Something to dread. Something that would hurt and pull you apart piece by piece until you were dismembered and on display—nothing but carrion for vultures to peck at. Something to feed while you were left to starve. But there’s no room inside of you. There’s no space for your fear, for any trepidation, for Marco.  It’s just you and Simon. 

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this was beautiful

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