Shout Out To All Of My Moots!! Even If We Don’t Talk Or Interact Much, I Love You All! /p

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Heres mine!!

I love all things spooky and strange, but what does your Pokemon team look like? 💕

@porcelanitaa @local-lover-boy @moongasux @mintyscuriocabinet

@thelovelydragonleelee @aloe-emo @one-princess-revolution @pixo0

@k1-2-ur-heart @morbiidseclusion @toxetta @bitter---wing

@sojirai @angelic-odette @teethcrunchrr @bjorksversionsworld

@cuppa-coma @puppetdyke @sunfl0wersapphic @warmestshrine

they should invent a january that doesn’t make you go through every emotion known to mankind every day

Absolutely gorgeous!!!

🐇 rabbithunter 🐇

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Ah shit im getting the Hamlet/Yorick treatment

your 12th emoji is how you'll die

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ants

De Natura animalium, Cambrai ca. 1270

Douai, Bibliothèque municipale, ms. 711, fol. 24r

Hey critters

I decided I just..wanted a new blog 😭

I’ll likely be posting more on @antlers-and-fangs which will likely be focusing more on my interests and perhaps less reblogs unless its very relatable to me

Thank you! I’ll still reply/interact here though :)

EVERY GIRL IS A MISSING PERSON

I wanted to go out soft, undone at the seams (no stitches, no staples, just silk & surrender)—wanted to be so lovely they couldn’t look away. My mother said I was fragile but she didn’t mean it like glass—she meant I looked like something that could starve in the wrong hands (she meant don’t let them touch you).

I kept secrets under my tongue—names, dates, dosages—small enough to swallow but heavy enough to drown in. I pressed flowers into my notebooks, but they always rotted (always turned black around the edges). I liked the smell.

In school, I learned about animals that eat their young. Mercy, the teacher called it, but I saw the way she flinched. What’s softer than survival? What’s prettier than a girl who disappears just in time?

I wrote letters I never sent, folded them small enough to slip between teeth—I wanted to leave them something [a word, a bruise, a map]—wanted them to know I was never sorry. I picked out dresses for the burial (blue like veins, pink like gums) & practiced lying still.

I always knew how it would end—knew the shape of it, the temperature, the weight. What’s one girl in a world full of them? What’s one more name carved into stone?

I keep thinking about little Dionysus being raised with satyrs in the woods and having no idea he's any different from them.

does anyone want to play themes and motifs with me