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oh my god. og my god. the symbolism of it all

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i would let you devour me if you just asked

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I explained the concept of "blorbo from my shows" to my 71 year old immigrant grandfather because I referenced it in passing and I thought nothing of it, until today when he said "I think I'll watch peaky blinders tonight and see my blorbo from my shows" referring, of course, to Cillian Murphy playing Tommy Shelby

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She has a lucky sock. Very necessary when monitoring the bird situation.

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ah the humble half-lidded eye. it's so versatile for character designs. tired? sarcastic? flirtatious? chill? it's doing it all.

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May we see the stars, please? :>

I have only a few left and need to order more, but here is my trinket container. When I started it was only stars, but since I frequent the same places so often I switch up the gifts so the cashiers have something new to choose.

I love the animals because they immediately put the little guy on their register dash like a little work pet.

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Pocket full of Stars

I carry a container full of stars in my pocket.

I hand them out to cashiers as the card processes. Like a little crow handing out shinies. Never know who needs a star to make their day.

Once while in the mall, I passed a perfume counter with a girl with sad eyes. I paused. No transaction. No reason to stop to interact, but those dark sad eyes.

I walk back and hold out the container, tiny knickknacks tinkling in the motion.

“Hello, would you like a star?”. It’s awkward. But very little grace is needed to offer something pretty and shiny.

“Why?” Her response is unexpected. Intense. Shocked. Staring with import at the container.

“Just a cute thing I do. Never know who needs a star.”

I feel sheepish. Usually it’s a quick interaction, a star offered as a receipt is passed. Too quick to process the idiosyncrasy of the moment. Too sudden to not be excited for a cheap little star made out of stone.

“My best friend just died.”

Her face is lowered, sad eyes looking at the stars in the myriad of hues.

“She had an entire sleeve of stars. Tattooed all up her arm…”. She traced an invisible path on her skin with delicate fingers.

She looked at those stars and the strange giver with significance. She chose her star of onyx and asked for a hug, happily given.

Coincidence. Miracle. Serendipity. Mundane magic. Whatever it was.

You never know who needs a star.

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i followed a sewing pattern that didn't have any irl finished pics of it, and the whole time i was like 'yknow this doesn't seem like it'll work very well, but i'm the novice so i guess i should follow the pattern' and well.

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The Crescendolls | Interstella 5555

15+ hours of work! ♥♥♥ Finally finished~

(x)

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I'll be hiding in a burrow in the woods for a week. Dont need me. I wont come out.

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i hauve a cold

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I thought it was because I've more or less stopped most caffeine intake that I've been having physical sided panic attacks- because I let myself have a soda here or there in between just water because I wanted something flavored, but. It just seems like im back to my baseline being full blown physical panic attacks the moment im conscious.

Beyond that ive been having huge executive dysfunction and my social battery has just been really dead. I have no idea whats going on with me but i dont see my psyche for another two months.

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my partner is only 40 but nestled within him is the soul of an elderly man

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I really like dungeon meshi, so take this bit of propaganda

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Only the subtlest metaphors on this Tumblr.

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the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that