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Palestinian activists get their message across on Londons iconic Tower Bridge landmark- one of the cities most historic buildings. We need a ceasefire now.

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Keep banging out tunes little buddy!!

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New Crow Time 🎀🏅

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Lil crow snippets ✨️🐦‍⬛💙

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i’m collecting these

#important

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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

#I would die to have this written on a wall #so true

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protestors at Biden's state of the union

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Mandatory photo of the solar eclipse outside of my lab window!

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since hes dead now i wanna know what yall think

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love is stored in the fictional couple i’ve gotten overly invested in

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sorry about my constant depressive episodes. its just that i have issues and also problems

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if you think the posts i make are bad you should see the thoughts i am thinking. in my mind

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Carlisle and Esme Part 1

Imagine sixteen year old Esme with her careless caramel curls and slightly too big bottom lip. See her daydreaming about Dr. Carlisle Cullen with his kind smile and chilled touch who listened and laughed at her outlandish ideas. Sometimes she can’t help but imagine where he is now and as her dreams get farther and farther away she still looks for him in every man she meets. On her wedding day she is all smiles and laughs but it is only to herself at night that she admits she still held a small hope he would be there to save her. She whispers to herself at night the dreams and opinions no one but the golden haired doctor listened to and as she turns to look at her husband she can’t help but think her silly girl crush has ruined her for anyone else. The first time a bruise appears on her face she falls into a trance, tracing the scar on her leg left from her broken leg Dr. Cullen healed - sometimes she dreams he heals everywhere she’s been touched.

Imagine Carlisle miles away thinking of the sweet heart faced sixteen year old with a broken leg and too big dreams. Imagine him looking at schoolteachers and wondering if she ever made it out of that small town. Imagine him thinking if there is a God he would make sure the opinionated, bright eyed girl would have a future as beautiful and thoughtful as she is.

Imagine Carlisle running to the source of the blood, he’d gone hunting alone far from the usual spot and Edward wasn’t expecting him back till the next day. Imagine him jumping down the cliff - registering somewhere in his mind that the smell was familiar: crisp dried dirt and warm nutmeg - and seeing a woman strewn about vaguely gasping for breath. He’s been in the medical field for years and as there was only one scent it becomes painfully obvious that the woman had self-inflicted her wounds; he’s prepared to stay with the dying woman and ease her death. He begins mentally preparing a backstory for how he came to find the body but stops short - because he knows those caramel curls. He knows that heart-shaped face with teeth biting into a too full lower lip, he knows the small dusting of freckles collected under her right eye. But more importantly, as he kneels to fix her skirt and try to stop the blood flow, he knows that scar on her leg. He knew it from a different time when a clever sixteen year old girl looked up at him with soft brown eyes and wanderlust.

Imagine Carlisle unable to let her die. Ten years since he had seen her but there is still the sixteen year old he met in the shape of her cheeks and the way she holds in her screams and tears. Imagine seeing the finger-shaped bruises on her wrists and bruised legs. Carlisle thinking she deserved more than this. Imagine him having to decide if he should turn Esme. Imagine him wondering if she will be as upset as his son over losing her mortality. Imagine him praying for the first time in so long that Edward is wrong and that immortality is not a damnation.

Just imagine Carlisle whispering, “Hopefully in this new life you will get to see and be everything you wanted to be,” before biting Esme’s neck. Imagine Esme, so close to the edge of death hearing the voice of the doctor who once saved her, and thinking this was the closest to heaven she’d ever been.

#Carlisle x same #honestly should I just write fanfic with how much material I have lol