You Ever Seen A Cat With A Deep Meow??

Ida zrobiła mi wczoraj makijaż. Myślę że wyglądałam ładnie. I bawiłam się u niej całkiem dobrze…

Emoji spell for extreme good luck for the next two months

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Do not fall in love With people like me. people like me will love you so hard that you turn into stone into a statue where people come to marvel at how long it must have taken to carve that faraway look into your eyes Do not fall in love with people like me we will take you to museums and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting us like blood in your mouth Do not come any closer. people like me are bombs when our time is up we will splatter loss all over your walls in angry colors that make you wish your doorway never learned our name do not fall in love with people like me. with the lonely ones we will forget our own names if it means learning yours we will make you think hurricanes are gentle that pain is a gift you will get lost in the desperation in the longing for something that is always reaching but never able to hold do not fall in love with people like me. we will destroy your apartment we will throw apologies at you that shatter on the floor and cut your feet we will never learn how to be soft we will leave. we always do.

Do Not Fall in Love With People Like Me, alonesomes (via alonesomes)

I had a dream that I lived in a town on the edge of reality. There was a map showing the location of the town in spacetime, and it was depicted as teetering on the edge of the event horizon of a funnel-shaped warp in reality. Like light a certain distance away from a black hole, we were unable to escape the influence of the warp, but not drawn in by it completely, either.

Our proximity to Unreality conferred many advantages, and we were able to do things in our town that weren’t actually possible. We could survive fatal accidents and walk away without a scratch. Things that were lost forever were found again, and sometimes, if you didn’t think about it too directly, failures transformed into successes just like that. It was as though thought itself was a physical substance that could bend the shape of the world in our favor. Life was good in the little town of Event Horizon, where things always seemed to work out and Lady Luck lived on our side.

But Event Horizon also experienced “reality-quakes”. Now and then the fabric of spacetime would ripple, and shockwaves would rock our little town violently. Sometimes things would shake loose and get drawn in to the Unreality, and even people could be lost this way. They quakes weren’t common, but they seemed to be occurring with more frequency, leading to fears that we were becoming unmoored in spacetime and might lose the equilibrium that allowed us to survive and take advantage of the flexibility of reality.

Thought could stabilize things, if we projected our minds as physical forces to hold things in place. You could cast your thoughts out as a net and pull against the draw of Unreality. But that only worked if we were prepared and braced ourselves against the quake ahead of time, and people needed to work and eat and sleep and go to school. There was no way that everyone could be on anchoring duty all the time.

That’s why we had a lottery. Every twenty years, one among us would be selected to by the community to be the Achor for the entire town—a full-time psychic resistance against entropy. The Anchor would enter a trance state and project their mind out to touch every structure, every tree, every pebble, every person in Event Horizon, and hold them there. Constantly. For twenty years.

People would come to tend to the Anchor, to feed and bathe them and keep them comfortable, but the Anchor rarely became lucid enough to recognize them. It was a vital, respected, honorable position, but there was no glory in it. If you found out you had been selected to be the next Anchor, your family would grieve for you as though you had died. If you had children, they would be taken care of in a princely fashion as wards of the state, and your family would be honored and want for nothing, because even though your assignment was only twenty years, former Anchors did not tend to live for very long. They’d be made comfortable and lavished with good things, but their life energy would be sapped, and they’d fade away quickly.

My dream was 90% exposition and very little in-the-moment action, but I had just discovered that I would be the new Anchor, and I was not happy about it. The most vivid action scene I remember was standing in my kitchen staring at breakfast cereal boxes on a shelf and touching them with my mind, feeling every grain of cereal within and thinking, “Even this? Even this?”

Anyway, thanks brain, that was cool.

Me Watching Miraculous Ladybug

*episode one* Oh wow, hah, this is lame. I’ll never watch more than three episodes. This is such a kids show.

*30 years later* aHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THAT LADYBUG ALMOST FOUND OUT HIS TRUE IDENTITY. ONLY A FEW MORE EPISODES UNTIL IT HAPPENS. DAMMIT HURRY UP AND JUST LOVE EACH OTHER /intense sobbing/

god that second to last episode of russian doll was so fucking dark and deep and i was not expecting that at all. wow i love this show. it is so deeply poetic. fuck. alan’s speech to beatrice broke my fucking heart. and nadias conversation with ruth. wow. “our bodies, they cant keep lying the way that our minds can. for years i’ve just been hollow. i thought if i worked hard enough, if i kept putting the time in, and if i kept my head down and did everything right this aching, gnawing feeling of being an absolute failure would just go away. and now i’m stuck in a body that’s broken in a world that is literally following apart, and a mind that wants to kill me.” It hurts how relatable that is. the depression and the loneliness. and now he’s finally changing because he let somebody(nadia) help him. “lives are hard to change” ugh he is so sweet and precious and so fucking sexy too. i love him with all my heart. it hurts thinking how alan and nadia are connected bc they both basically are just these humans going thru the motions of life with no will to actually live because of the shit theyre going through mentally and emotionally. and only they can help each other. seeing such a precious sweetheart like alan being so tortured really hurt me. giving up all his money and shit to the homeless bc he decided he was gonna end his life so it didn’t matter. wow.

I’m pretty happy!! *w* So… I had so many requests about making Miraculous IPhone backgrounds. That’s amazing! Thanks so much (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) <3 <3

They told me to do the individuals of Chat Noir & Ladybug and also some Lady Wifi and Evillustrator backgrounds.