Mahmoud Darwish, King Solomon, Neil Gaiman, Nikita Gill, Mary Oliver, Butterflies Rising, Lang Leav,

People:

I sended a message to Ruby Stokes' Instagram, proposing her a plan to convince Netflix to get Lockwood and Co back.

Start praying for her to answers me. This cannot go to waste.

Good Night.

People.

I just had a random thought a wanted to share.

What if the celebrities have a secret acc in websites like Tumblr and they watch every.single.thing.we.post.

And I am feeling that raw terror you are feeling now.

Thank you and good night. Sweet nightmares.

I just finished Sweet Tooth.

What do I do with my existence now?

Ok, just let´s be honest.

If i was Sylvie, inside, i would being screaming like if i would dying for two reasons:

One: for the first time, i fell in love. And it’s something that scares me, scares me like bloody hell. But it’s a scaring that you feel not in the mind, but in the heart, and that’s truly like a green sign. 

Because true love scares, and if you don’t feel scares, then it’s not true love.

Two: for the first time, i fell in love. True love. And the eyes i’m looking at are saying to my soul that it IS reciprocated, even if i don’t accept it because of inminent death.

conclusion; that’s what Sylvie thought, as i did. #change my mind or fight me. i have daggers. hehehe

LOKI SERIES Episode 4

I do not. I grew fond of Sanji and regret nothing.

Sorry everyone, I really wasn’t planning to get obsessed with one piece like this

Nights, because good would be that my departments building allow to have pets so I can fullfil my dream of having a Maine Coone called Morpheus/Oneiros that I would embrace like a teddy bear everytime I feel like life has no meaning.

Well well well, would you look at that. I used the cat's pic cause I felt like such when I realized, but this photo of yours reminded me of my own dogs back home. Turns out they can be scary too. 😆

People, I am an oneironaut.

I just woke up of my nap and I remember a little of my dream, yet I precisely remember that I could pause it, play it back, play it forward. I could control my own dream.

I remember one thing: I saw a man. Tall, with raven hair and all dressed in black. I dont remember his face, but I remember that I knew he was angry for something.

Should I sleep again or I am in danger?

“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:

Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.

Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.

Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.

I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.

Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".

If I find one like that, im getting married.

by @ jaymintaylor on tiktok

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter One.

The funeral was everything you'd expect from a funeral: mournful, cold, and... empty.

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Where, after her father's death, Esther goes to Fawney Rig, with dire plans for destiny.

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read here on ao3.

Well, I just wanted to make this edits and do all the presentation cause writer that does not do details, is no writer.

Or that's just me?

Anyway, here is the link to the first chapter. The 7th one is up, already. Get ready js.