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lonely near a cozy cottage
I. AM. SCREAMING. THANK YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAA 💖 THANK YOUUUUU EEEEE
Cracking open pistachios (the bestest of best snacks) and thinking of Grandpa Wind struggling to pry the shells apart and having to ask one of the Chain for help and then they won't let him live it down because he got so mad that the Old Man Fingers wouldn't let him eat his pistach >:) It made more sense in my mind lol
unfortunately, i don't eat pistachios, so i cannot relate to your pain 😔
"What are you doing?" Legend asked. Wind snarled indistinctly. "Suffering." "What?" "I'm suffering." "He's suffering," Wild repeated, a grin in his voice. "C'mon, keep up, vet." "Do you need..." Legend paused. "Help?" Wind turned on him with a look of utmost fury. Wild snickered. Legend raised an eyebrow. "...Yeah," Wind admitted, deflating. He thrust out a hand. "I can't open my pistachios." "You must have gotten arthritis in your old age," Wild said unhelpfully, as Legend took the little nuts in his hand and surveyed them with an expression of extreme bewilderment. "For the last time," Wind said. "I'm not old. And I definitely don't have arthritis." It wasn't even a lie. "Well, what's wrong, then?" "My fingers are too big," Wind grouched. "Too big?" Wild echoed. "What does that even mean? Too big?" "Yeah, too big," Legend said, thrusting the handful of now-shelled pistachios back at Wind. Then he added spitefully, "c'mon, keep up, Cook."
Tiramisu - No-Bake Tiramisu Cheesecake Butter and chocolate graham crackers make a crust for this otherwise 'no-bake' tiramisu-style cheesecake.
my back, your knife.
extended version.
bridges boarded up.
secrets hidden in whispered lies were splashed out on the front page of the new york times
my act has been breaking ever since i’ve learned that you dropped my hand for a few dimes.
and i’ve heard, “that sister, the one like you never had, curses your name every time when the night crawls.”
i thought the loss of a lover was a one big kill, but here i am at the funeral of our four falls.
my frozen smile, your stammering speech
all the things i’ve never said and all the worst i’ve never seen-
i’m writing off and i’m signing off to all the people i once believed in.
bridges burned down.
ships that once swore to protect are the ones that drowned and declared one’s death sentence.
to the plotter of this illicit plan, does your pettiness make you more of a man?
and i’ve been hearing things like, “the love you’ve known is just a hoax. down since september, so what’s more to lose?”
i thought the craft of treachery was unknown to you.
you’ve caused permanent damage to this divided soul, left to wither on the side of the road or some lonely parking lot.
walking past that vintage store, wondering if i could be something more- something more than a liability wandering on the shore.
fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head.
[text id: they say you set the bar too high, i know, i am the who’s climbing it.]
here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of
Imagine Your OTP (+ Friend)
Person A works on a new piece (whether an art piece, musical, dance, whatever their field is) and shows it it to their friend...
Person A: (Rubs the exhaustion from their eye) “I stayed up very, very late last night but I finished it!”
Their Friend: “Um, well it is quite fantastic but I can’t help but notice it’s Person B/ Person B inspired.”
Person A: “Well I would be lying if I said that Person B wasn’t my muse, and inspiring this entire concept but here we are.”
Bonus: Person B walks into the room later to see the piece and is stunned by how wonderful it is. Finding it heart-warming and cute that Person B made this both for and of them.
"Bossa nova pour Abel", pour violon & piano, de Jean-François Gonzales. Joué par Jean-François Gonzales, violoniste. Publié par les éditions Hit Diffusion dans "Violonrama" vol. 1A (livre + CD) ou, séparément, dans la collection Musique au bout des doigts vol. 7 (sans CD). "Bossa nova pour Abel", for violin & piano, by Jean-François Gonzales. Played by Jean-François Gonzales, violinist. Published by Hit Diffusion in "Violonrama" vol. 1A (book + CD) or, separately, in the collection Musique au bout des doigts vol. 7 (without CD).
He has the three A’s
A: Autistic
A: ADHD
A: Asexual
Side Dish - Canning and Preserving - Pickled Grilled Red Onions These sweet-tart onions are delicious. They are fantastic as a topping for your best burger or on top of some grilled chicken.
~I think I saw how similar we are and fell in love with what my eyes perceived. Another shard that I'm missing, another broken splinter, another piece of me. Such a selfish thing on my part, falling in love with the parts of myself that I found in you.~
-a poem of a new kind
「 Collect the blue pieces 」
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