nobody can tell me that she burns by foy vance isn't about katniss everdeen from peeta's pov.
She is a little explosion of hope
Never turns the lights down low
She can go there if you want to though
There are no markings on her country roads
No signs that show the way back home
But when you get there, you won't wanna go
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I've frozen over my desires
Covered up in virgin snow
But when I stand beside her
She burns, yeah, she burns
Like petrol soaked paper and fireworks
And I'm burning, I'm burning
I'm burning so deep that just breathing hurts
I'm melting darling and I can't let go
This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.
So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.
You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.
Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.
Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.
Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.
living with an undiagnosed bipolar is truly traumatizing and exhausting...
Colin Firth can have my heart no literally
the inaccurate retellings of hades and persephone are killing me... like no what you want is eros and psyche, not hades and persephone.
Alfred Kubin ~ Crucified Snake Man, mixed media drawing, 1899.
ahhhh sameeee💕
no one:
me: what if ,,,,,, i was a closeted wlw princess being forced to attend a royal ball thrown by my parents in the 1800's to find my 'suitor' and 'next king to the throne' ,, when a beautiful girl dressed like a prince manages to sneak in and whisks me away onto the ballroom floor into a waltz and makes me fall in love with her with her words, promises, and declarations of love,,,, (also they're a vampire) *chefs kiss* and after weeks of secretly meeting each other after midnight we manage to elope and run away together 😖💌 💕💖💗💞
Playing the Wii with my cousins is something else I swear
Cat of the Canals/Arya in Braavos
Cat had made friends along the wharves; porters and mummers, ropemakers and sailmenders, taverners, brewers and bakers and beggars and whores.
A Basket of Ribbons - Guillaume Charles Brun (1869)
basically, i read fanfics and vent on here ♤ i rant abt aot too ☆ eremika
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