chicinkdreamer

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something very romantic about the intermingling of free will and destiny! you're able to do anything you want, be anywhere you want, with anyone you want, and still your soul knows exactly what core you're made of and is drawn to the map of exactly what makes up your destiny. destiny is just the embrace of your soul's joy, and your soul is always pulling you towards that. you're not forced to walk along the line of your destiny, but it feels so truthful, easy and magnificent when you do

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all of the suspiciously blonde dragonseed peasants in flea bottom inheriting the haunting prophetic targaryen dragon dreams of the long night and the comet and the death and magical rebirth of the dragons reverberating back from Dany’s miracle but having literally no context for what’s happening so instead of committing summerhall about it they’re just like. ugh had the dream where the bald girl walked out of the fire again🙄 what’s the point

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James Baldwin.

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When we finished high school and we planned to finally get together properly, in a new city, I was so so young and so so hopeful, so incredibly tender.

I thought we'd do everything together. He'd carry me into his arms and over the step of my university,into my first day of college. We'd stay up late and talk and kiss tipsily. We'd have new friends together. We'd go to the opera. I'd visit his dorm and make friends with his roommates and he'd come take a shower at my place. He'd kiss the inside of my wrist good night. I'd cook him before an awful exam. He'd pick me up with coffee. We'd take interminable walks and see everything this city has to offer. We'd finally get to know each other and grow together and do crazy, youthful, careless, hopeful stuff together. It'd feel like a young fresh dream, and we'd be best friends and lovers and better people through each other.

I thought he loved me more.

Then he didn't get into college in the city we planned to go to- not the college he wanted. He went to another city, far away; picked the second option. All while promising he'd come the next year, have a transfer. Just you wait, I promise. Wait for me.

And I waited. Grew desperate. Grew lonely. Put my life on hold. Hoped every second he'd come. He couldn't, the first year. Then he wouldn't. Then he sort of cheated - crossed the most important boundaries in a desperate sort of open relationship that I begrudgingly agreed to. Then he kept talking to her. Then he broke my heart. And again. And again. Then he went even colder, harsher, busier. Less and less like the boy I used to love. And noe I wonder when and exactly how did he become a stranger. When did my dream life crumble into bone-chilling resentment and disappointment?

How do you outgrown your first love when it's all you ever dared to dream of?

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gram loves you. please call

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comment on 10cc - im not in love

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my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar and we really hate your vibe. start running.

prints + merch

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Alicent Hightower’s headpiece collection.

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Gesture costume drawing - 2. Another practice gesture session for the warm-up.

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personally if i were an artist and teenage girls happened to gravitate towards my art i would consider that the highest fucking honour imaginable

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Frozen in time

I feel frozen in time, Chained to a mind that can't see a way out; I know I’ll never catch up with this world So don’t wait for me, I wouldn’t dare to ask Don’t stay with me, If I could, I too would run away Don't look back now, Only ghosts roam these parts, Only sand and empty castles And the last standing dreamer  Waving goodbye.

~ A. A. Roman

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Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them

Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone

What the Everloving Fuck is Probate

Some Simple Dos and Don’ts

Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials

How to plan a non-religious death party

So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

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por metro quadrado

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sweetheart (with intentions of violence)

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don't cry babygirl the next lifechanging piece of literature is just around the corner okay?