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crunchier:

probably what my parents think every time they assign me a house choreimage

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kurisu004:

「Steins;Git」 | GiantRobot [pixiv] 

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oliveweed:

the worst feeling in the world is to know you were used and lied to by someone you trusted

 

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thedruidsteaparty:

Pumpkin Teaset

thedruidsteaparty:

Pumpkin Teaset

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nuditea:

last night a guy said to me “you are very, very pretty” and i said “i know” and he said like patronisingly “you KNOW?” and i said “you think you’re the first person to ever compliment me?” and he didn’t know where to go from there

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uniomena:

Mary had a little lamb, His fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.
Now Mary is no more here,the world took her away, in front of the little lamb, now coloured in blood red.

uniomena:

Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

Now Mary is no more here,
the world took her away,
in front of the little lamb,
now coloured in blood red.

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caitlinhackettart:

work in progress on a recent commission piece, based on line from a poem by William Blake. “the crow wished everything was black, the owl, that everything was white”.

caitlinhackettart:

work in progress on a recent commission piece, based on line from a poem by William Blake. “the crow wished everything was black, the owl, that everything was white”.

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andatsea:

Let the mountains fall.

andatsea:

Let the mountains fall.

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He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via blossomfully)
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requlsing:

Drawn by Line // Requlsing

requlsing:

Drawn by Line // Requlsing

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