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mogulinterior · 17 days
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(via Boho Farmhouse Chic: Eclectic Antique Doors And Vintage Barn Doors)
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indiatrendzs · 24 days
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Rustic Gentlemen's Lodge: A Blend of Eclectic Style & Vintage Doors
In the heart of Santa Monica, California, a remarkable transformation has taken place. What was once a typical 1990s house has now become a haven of warmth, elegance interior, and rustic charm. The homeowners, two married men with a teenage son, envisioned a space that seamlessly blended eclectic style with rough-hewn materials, all while embracing a new open layout. The result? A stunning home…
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onlyhappyvibes · 2 months
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Sweet jeep truck at low by the lake
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powerbottomblake · 1 year
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i think defeating the brothers will be more abt making them go back home to the ever after. to the tree. so they can self-actualize bc along the way they lost sight of what's important and made their created worlds more abt their own egos than it is abt giving life and nurturing it and letting it become. on its own.
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livingonthesands · 6 months
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pillowspace · 11 months
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Fascinated by how many people are picking the Daycare Attendant on that poll, I would have been soo scared of Sun
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sapphicautistic · 28 days
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it's actually pretty cute cuz i think i'm getting my sweetie to sit outside with me for her mental health and she thinks she's coming out w me to support MY mental health and as a result we get to enjoy the beautiful trees and the robins yelling and sometimes ID a new bird just sitting outside
it's hard for me and her for different reasons but i think we both need the green time and it's a lot easier to do it when it's a shared activity. we're currently working on like. "okay we only have to stay out there for 10 minutes and then we can go in if we want to"
but like once we're out there it's so nice we don't really want to go back in until we're just way too cold or my migraine (from the sunlight) becomes too unbearable. it's nice out there!!
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astrxealis · 4 months
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dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#idk how to describe 'sensitive' rn i'm dying in the head i should be asleep but Man!!!!!#i search up tons of horror stuff for funsies. movies uhh creepypastas stories real life events etc. fun!#BUT it freaks me out wayyy too much. bcs i really don't deal well w Those feelings of paranoia.#my imagination too good i was scared at night going to sleep bcs i'd imagine what to do if an intruder came in from the bedroom door#or bathroom door and think of how i'd escape Death.........#Did Not Help my area before was kinda yk. chillax. chillax meaning grassy tree-sy backyard overgrown trees#old-ish in a filipino chill neighborhood that isn't very fancy ?????? idk.#and the fact one time my dad almost died and someone standing close to him Did die so. haha. traumatized from that.#I WASN'T THERE..... but i rmbr my dad coming home and the news absolutely terrified me. anyway!#wow... rambling on tumblr at 3 and a half am... Nostalgic.#anyway yeah i love love love horror stuff but i am !!! so bad w them !!! like jesus christ i adore resident evil and bloodborne#is my whole bloodline. or something. but i can't even watch my twin kill 1 zombie in a re game Demo (she can't do it either)#and i can only make it to killing the first monster in bloodborne and explore a tiny bit where there are still no enemies. god.#AAAGGGGHHHhhhh ... and the first point of horror in omori then i stop playing for months...... even tho i rlly wna play more :((#2024 ........ cmon... i will try to overcome my fears more.#i've improved somewhat at least! ...from when i was younger. like. man. i could never stay in night-time in games ever.#ffxv? nah i always have to travel at morning. only when i got strong enough that daemons were nothing to me did i stop#getting scared. ouuughhh... and i always try to be stealthy in games........... for many reasons ofc but 1. Scared#okay i shut up now. apollo rambles of tonight: done and over!
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idlespright · 5 months
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This spring I saw an illustration by Shirley Barber for "The Fairies' Cook". It made me think of all the colors outside when seasons are changing. And so I painted a picture, in my mind at first, of how live would be for a humanized rabbit, living in an apple tree cottage, going out for a picnic with friends.
It's still mostly a story in my head (but now it can become one in yours, too).
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malwarechips · 5 months
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minecraft server for all the oneshot characters
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girlscience · 5 months
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rural midwest my beloved
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nanamimizz · 5 months
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i think all of my tattoos will be fmab themed
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indiatrendzs · 1 month
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2024 Interior Organic Design Trends
Interior Design Trends includes Organic design uses natural element like wood, plants, water and is a style that is cohesive with green living, barn door consciously designing your interiors so as to be in harmony with nature. The style blends in the old world principles that we are composed of the five elements earth, fire, water, air and ether and maintaining a balance within these elements…
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flamboyant-king · 1 year
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We saw the beginning, now I be thinking about all the possible...uhh the word is like aftermath...epilogues? Seeing as the narrative will be left open ended, we can hypothesize and fantasize just about anything!
This one is Harvey carrying on with what he idealized as a normal life, getting married, having kids, going out with the boys, stuff you see on TV. But Cammy is still there, still a part of his life. And that's pretty neat. And also I cry.
#i went on a spree yesterday with a bunch of aftermathematics that made me cry myself to sleep#because no matter what. every single end. cammy will outlive harvey. every thing in between can be different#cammy leaving. cammy staying. reluctance. romance. etc etc. cammy will live on without harvey. and it will hurt them. a lot.#it hurts me a lot. im still crying over 'thank you for keeping me in your life'#cammy could be living in the garden until the very end. either of harveys life. or the tree they took care ofs life.#maybe cammy leaves but visits from time to time. or maybe they visit right before harvey kicks the bucket#who knows! thinking about anything past the narrative makes me cry#because we dont see that in media. we always get the good ending but that is never the end. what happens afterwards?#cause grow as we go's narrative ends after harvey finally reunites with his family in the philippines and decides#i want to stay at my house and take care of my garden. ill be sure to visit every year from now on.#and the credits would roll as him and cammy travel back. on the plane. the taxi ride. harvey getting the key in the door.#harvey putting cammy in the little makeshift bed he made. and him looking out the window of his room down at the garden. him smiling#and then it says end. thank you for watching. this took fourty two years to make oopsie whoops#god i go on long rants when its late. anywho compare to last time i made a possible ending#cammy reluctantly leaving as they both start to fall in love with each other#cammy willingly running away knowing harvey will heal from this and move on and be normal#this one here theres no leaving. there is no normal. its just living dude#grow as we go#sketches#harvey#camellia
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july-19th-club · 1 year
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every time you went to hug her she'd try to tickle you (as far as i remember, this wasn't something she used to do when i was younger and she was all there; the tickling was like an exclusively post-dementia thing - maybe as her ability to communicate diminished, it was a way she could still tease people and goof off with them). she lost something like a hundred pounds or more in the last five or ten years of her life, just kept shrinking and shrinking. when i was little she was plump and fat and had a round, full face and round full hair and a bristly chin that there's a copy of on my own face now. she had lost many teeth even before i was born, and lost more throughout the course of my life, but it didn't diminish her tastes or love of wine and food in the slightest. she was the platonic ideal of an italian grandmother to me, big and bustling. i don't remember the smell of her perfume. her style ethos was that if you had your lipstick on, you could go out and be dressed up no matter what you were wearing or how old your clothes were. she never learned to drive (her kids periodically tried to teach her, but she always got the gas and brake mixed up). when i want to think of her now i think of her at the end of the table in my mom's house, with a loud, gap-filled laugh, telling my parents about what such-and-such a neighbor was up to while my grandfather and his bushy tobacco-y yellow beard sat next to her. i will think of the books in her back bedroom, which i sat on the floor to read every visit as a kid. i will think of the way she'd shuffle down the hallway at five in the morning in her delightful, grandma-in-a-cartoon getup - frilly nightgown, fuzzy, worn, blue robe and slippers - to start the coffee. she'd watch the morning over pappy's garden in the sunroom, and my mom would join her - insomnia, so she'd always be up whenever grandma started banging pots and pans around. i'd stay curled up in the guest bed, with the wobbly round post that could pop on and off, and read her giant sherlock holmes anthology that lived on the bookshelf in there. my mother's childhood illustrated hobbit, also on that shelf. a two-thousand-page, enormous, annotated, unabridged shakespeare that is now in my parents' house because it's too big for my own shelves. if appetite for literature can be inherited i know exactly where i got it. my god, to sit at the little glass-top table with the vinyl tablecloth at seven in the morning, all the wide windows in front of us, sun coming up. birds crossing past. balcony and morning glories. the smell of tetley tea.
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the autistic urge to connect two interests that have nothing to do with each other and have Thoughts about it (the trigun plants can have a little manifold garden. as a treat)
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