FLOWERS
also yes
I can
Even through death, and seemingly impossible life, they are amplified in their beauty, and all that is believed and thought into them. They are frozen in the moment of life, and in death, show the meaning of love.
Though the ice has a deathly touch, it’s sweet caress petrified, and preserved it.
The love and life the flowers were given by, forever trapped in grateful departure.
Someone, whoever it was, brought withe those flowers love and bittersweet memories within them. And those offerings to the departed, confined in the glittering storm.
Withe what destroys, a storm of tears and sorrow. But even through the darkness comes a gleaming life. A preserved moment. Forever against the odds.
And through the storm, you see light. You see love and hate and happiness and sorrow. And throughout all of that, is the moment of the past, meeting withe the present, and turning into the future.
And withe what moment passes, and withe what storm may happen, comes forth the moments given and the love preserved in an endless embrace.
An embrace, that supposedly has the claws of deaths, sweetly reminds you.
Reminds you of what is to come, and what has come, meeting in impossible odds, to become the present.
@fandomawesomeness there ya go!
cemetery flowers after the ice storm photography: Peter Fricke
@fandomawesomeness
The picnic - (2023)
"Aww, You see! Isn’t a picnic a good idea ? And this linen shirt I gave you Iooks absolutely lovely on you."
"Argh...I don't know...I guess! Not sure about the shirt, though: it's not really my color."
the final moments of angel!crowley
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@softest-punk ‘s amazing writing was the inspiration behind this, ( the text here is from the fic) !please go read their work it is divineee!
I’ve heard many songs. So many. But this lyrics verse is by far one of the deepest ones I’ve ever heard.
“Gone now are the old times
Forgotten, time to hold on the railing
The Rubix cube isn't solving for us
Old friends, long forgotten
The old ways at the bottom
Of the ocean now has swallowed
The only thing that's left
Is us, so pardon the silence
That you're hearing is turning
Into a deafening, painful, shameful roar”
-Ode To The Mets by The Strokes
AWWWWWW ADORBALE
GUYS I NEED TO SHOW U THIS
My sister is an absolute genius, she’s 13 and she made this
It’s Éowyn (her fav) and Boromir (mine ofc) and I am in love with them 😭😭😭 and she is very insecure about them, but she said it’s ok for me to post it so i want to show them, because THEY ARE SO CUTE AND PRETTY AAAAA
HA
My favorite genre of buddy comedy
in which crowley tries to convince himself that all is not yet lost, because underneath it all, he is an optimist…
Burning
take some time to notice your vision. see how easily you detect motion. focus on something in your peripheral (without moving your eyes to it). see how it works. look at your hands. pick something up with your fingers. appreciate how ridiculously specialized they are in fine motor skills (even if your personal motor skills are lackluster). think about how you have a body built to be an apex predator through use of tools. think about how the brain of your kind has created a digital hivemind uniting the whole world. now look back at the screen. look at the tab where you are in an argument about cartoons on tumblr. close the tab. open a new tab. google “tribute to anomalocaris”. watch the video that comes up. leave a like. subscribe even though the channel has been inactive for 8 years. you will need it in the coming times
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