Entry - Blog Posts
Denver Siding Exterior
Inspiration for a small contemporary home remodel with a shed roof and two stories of mixed siding in various colors
Pool Hot Tub in Los Angeles Hot tub - mid-sized traditional backyard concrete paver and custom-shaped hot tub idea
Tile Patio Example of a huge island style backyard tile patio fountain design with no cover
Contemporary Entry Houston
Large trendy entryway image with a black front door, gray walls, and a medium-tone wood floor.
Roofing Tile Inspiration for a two-story, two-story Mediterranean beige stucco home with a hip roof and a tile roof.
There was always a distance between them. A bridge that, no matter how hard Shiro tried, he could never cross. She was always moving, making, creating. She was getting ahead of life faster than he ever would. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her to join them. To come with him and her family to unknown territories. Time was, and always will be, the killer.
Pidge Ship Week: Day 1 - Trust
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He had hurt her.
“I trusted you! You promised me! You promised…” Sobs, loud and ugly, over took the Green Paladin’s small body. Her heart hurting too much. How could he? How could he? Was the only thing she could repeat in her head to keep her sane.
- Golden Madness, Chapter 7: Beloved, You Are
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Flat in Chicago
꒰ㅤ۪ㅤֺ ੭ ꧇ dividers dump (mostly from old layouts/requests)
┆ f2u with credit ꕀ credit if reposting 。
┆ recolors ，edits ，etc = OK ! ⌒ ♡ + reblog if using
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There's this morbid nostalgia in craving the pleasure pain of losing your milk teeth... Ive been feeling that recently. It has motivated me to explore a thought I had and decided to group with my alter ego; and potentially publish a novella under her in my 20s.
This has been fueled more after starting Hannibal, am I crazy idk... But god do I think about the sweet pain of twisting my loose teeth in my raw tearing gums and hearing it rip out with so much wicked joy I can feel the rush.... OK thats enough for now...
Today I did grocery shopping, helped cook, danced around to loosen up since its day 4 of my period and I don't bleed out so I felt happy lol, i posted on my alt, and binged Hannibal, just had a snack and gonna doze off to Hannibal x
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I'm done with my passion project presentation/proposal idk, but I'm too anxious to share for some reason lmao??? Maybe it's the period cramps or other stuff happening in my life rn but I probably should.... I also finished the painting I talked about, I think I already mentioned I gave my ip6+ a deepclean a few days ago and I believe I can live without WhatsApp and YouTube (f*ck you apple🙄)
I'm looking podcasts recommendations to subscribe to, I spent my day downloading more literary fiction classics and, gonna spend my night downloading my go to songs to store offline while blasting this song repeatedly:
Today is 26th of May 2025
I just finished House M.D., and it’s got me messed up in the most beautiful way. This show didn’t just entertain me, it gave me something to wake up for, something to stretch the days around. I’d pace myself like it was a slow-burning love affair, knowing I’d mourn the end even before I got there. And now? Yeah. I’m in mourning.
Every episode, every character, I loved all of it. No skips. No fillers. Just layered, painful, brilliant storytelling. And that extra episode Hugh Laurie directed? It cracked open my respect for the whole damn industry. You can tell when an actor bleeds for a role, and baby, he bled for House.
This show wasn’t just a distraction... it was an escape that made me feel more present than real life sometimes. Now that it’s over, I already want to rewatch it. I already miss it. But not in a “rewind the fun” kind of way—more like visiting an old ghost who used to hold your hand while you cried.
And yeah, it hurts knowing I’ll never get that first-time magic back. I envy new fans. I envy not knowing what’s coming. Out of every show I could’ve chosen, I picked this one, and I stuck to it, to the bitter, bittersweet end.
I didn’t think I could love 177 episodes of a limping, sarcastic, drug-addicted genius who pushes everyone away.....but I did. I do. I loved him when he was cruel, when he was right, when he was spiraling, when he tried. Every twitch of those haunted eyes told me he wanted to be saved, even if he didn’t believe in salvation.
And now here I am, broken-hearted and grateful. Because if you're gonna fall for a show, fall for one that ruins you this perfectly.
Mazel Tov.