#08.30.21

[pagetgram]

@pagetpaget: So much precious grey hair … on the floor.

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[filmnoirsbian]

08.30.21 - Palpitation

[henqtic]

rafe cameron masterlist.

[ ☀︎ ] — imagines .

— none yet.

⌗ dialogues

— strawberry filled; rafe being at your help when you’re throwing up from food poisoning. 08.27.21

— white lines; rafe doing lines on your boobs. 08.30.21

— crossfires; the argument finally rises, from every single thing rafe had decided to do for the past few months in some kind of attempt to get in his fathers good graces — he always told you it was for some selfless, better worded selfish reasons he couldn’t bring himself to admit in the end — but at this point, you weren't sure if you could take it anymore. 09.25.21

[ ☀︎ ] — headcanons .

— matching costumes with the obx characters; 10.16.21

[ ☀︎ ] — blurbs .

— soft hands; one where you tell rafe how soft his hands are— and he doesn't reciprocate the manner compliment. 08.17.21

— wow, so judgy; modeling midsummers dresses with rafe— but he acts like a judgmental mother and rejects almost every single one for a reason you couldn’t figure out. 08.19.21

— whispers to the couch; rafe continuing his routine of whispering to the baby in your stomach but with these, he gets sent to the couch. 08.31.21

— no matter what; no matter what ever amount of lines would show up on the stick, rafe promised you would be in this together— no matter what. 09.05.21

[ ☀︎ ] — drabbles . 

— none yet.

last updated: 10.16.21

[r-ene]

08.30.21

- day 8/100 days of productivity

Today´s National Heroes day here in the Philippines and with this post, I am wishing all our healthcare professionals, our heroes this pandemic all the strength they would need for their work and daily life. Truly grateful for all the (literal) blood, sweat and tears they have poured until now just to save every single life they can during this pandemic. Hoping this all would end soon so they would get their much needed breather from all of this. (There´s a lot more to say for all the hardwork and sacrifices they have made ever since the coronavirus broke out in December 2019, but I don´t think I would be able to put into words the gratitude I have for them ((and so I shall do my best to be a good respiratory therapist in 1-2 years time, including my internship, hehe)) )

And with that, today´s accomplishments are: finishing blood, lymphatic and immune system medical terminologies, started on the respiratory system terms, currently highlighting and studying cardiorespiratory anatomy and physiology with Egan´s and with the notes I wrote down last night after watching the playback from the lecture last Wednesday andddd our class have voted on doing group transcriptions per subjects so we would have reviewers we could print out for examinations (teamwork makes the dream work hahahaha)

Well, as it´s currently 9:45pm, it´s time to tire out Luna with reviewing her on the tricks we learned the past few months, haha (really smart girl, I wish I could sign her up for agility trainings and all those, I know she´s going to do great in them, hahaha)

I hope you all are doing good and have all the energy you need for this new week !!!

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[regnard13]

"Beware"

08.30.21

Paper, ink.

[sparetimeimagines]

haikyuu!

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[shmrrrr]

08.30.21 ☁️

📍Coffee Island

Took myself out to explore today and I found a cute reading corner! Seem’s like it’s my university’s move-in day—lots of people with u-haul boxes walking across the city.

As the next school year approaches, now’s a good time to remind yourself to take advantage of the limited time you have left to relax!

Currently Reading: Mission to Tehran by General Huyser (1986)

[jgthirlwell]

playlist 08.30.21

Boys Noize  Strictly Raw Vol 2 (BoysNoize Records) Henry Cowell Music For Strings (CPO) Noveller Aphantasia (Bandcamp) Lingua Ignota Sinner Get Ready (Sargent House) Aaron Dilloway and Lucretia Dalt Lucy And Aaron (Hanson Records) Valgeir Sigurosson Kvika (Bedroom Community) Flying Luttenbachers Negative Infinity (ug EXPLODE) Billie Eilish Happier Than Ever (Interscope) Liars The Apple Drop (Mute) Sophie Birch Planetes (Seil Records) Nick Cave & Warren Ellis Carnage (Goliath) Beatriz Ferreya Echos + (Room 40) Wolves in the Throne Room Primordial Arcana (Relapse) The Bug Fire (Ninja Tune)

[lailnii]

リトル スター our little secret

uchiha obito x oc!reader

warning: angst, fluff, future smut, slow burn, trauma, love triangle, fem! reader

part 1 ||

for years, she has blamed herself for his death. from then on she made a promise to herself - i will not let another one of my friends die. so what happens when she finds out the truth?

“obito—“

“what have you become?”

lailnii © | last update: 08.30.21

[chmerkovskiyvalentin]

(IG Stories) valentin: 08.30.21

[fheythfully]

08.30.21 Still here, but mostly on Twitter~!

[autumnkbuntion]

“I Find Death”

AUTUMN K. BUNTION,

08.30.21

I find death in the most lively of places, as

where others who look only upon the surface

may see every phase of life

unfolding before their eyes

besides the one that transpires very last.

Wherever any who’d glance

that have vision to closely define unseen features

within the most infinitesimal details

that structure the design of nature —

those who take notice in depths,

having sight to bring every component into focus;

the far residing ones blurred by distance,

or elements in the near blurring together

as they’ve been created in a such small

like artwork done from the tip of an artist’s brush

after being dipped into and soaked with

watered colored paint;

they seem to be the ones

who go where they feel they can breathe

the air standing before the beauty of

a certain scenery

that fills their lungs with the same oxygen in the serene,

in which is that of the somewhere that is safe to their spirit,

where they find

their greatest comfort

and can be peaceful with

being transparent in their vulnerability.

Ubiquitous and proverbial tones

that are there to be found in

the light traces of vibrant hues,

and the idea of what a specific mind

captures the sight of life

where the universe seemed to thrive

in darkness surrounding the presence

of the human vessel experiencing its eternal form of self —

the Universe —

in a vulnerable, degraded, metaphysical carbon-copy of the prototypical being,

the force over all remaining and passing of its pro-creation.

All that is now and is ever to be

will be formatted within the infinite expansion of conscienceness

and extent in which one's soul can prosper

when returned to the everlasting realm of your shared

existential intimacy is with the creator that stitched you from

a blueprint of its own eye.

A soul is awakened

in the perspective of the internal life

and existence of one's self.

Within every human being,

there is the eternal life that is the Universe.

Counter to that,

within every human being,

there is a temporal, mortal life that is our humanity.

When the trees are the brightest green,

in the light of Spring,

I still find death,

because that is where there is the most life.

[mindful-air]

08.30.21, long first day at the lodge for tsuki. a goodnights rest is well deserved for this rabbit.

this game is one of my favorites it just calms me so much

game: tsuki

[moonknowshome]

Louis Day is here! 08.30.21 x

[autumnbuntion]

“I Find Death”

AUTUMN K. BUNTION,

08.30.21

I find death in the most lively of places, as

where others who look only upon the surface

may see every phase of life

unfolding before their eyes

besides the one that transpires very last.

Wherever any who’d glance

that have vision to closely define unseen features

within the most infinitesimal details

that structure the design of nature —

those who take notice in depths,

having sight to bring every component into focus;

the far residing ones blurred by distance,

or elements in the near blurring together

as they’ve been created in a such small

like artwork done from the tip of an artist’s brush

after being dipped into and soaked with

watered colored paint;

they seem to be the ones

who go where they feel they can breathe

the air standing before the beauty of

a certain scenery

that fills their lungs with the same oxygen in the serene,

in which is that of the somewhere that is safe to their spirit,

where they find

their greatest comfort

and can be peaceful with

being transparent in their vulnerability.

Ubiquitous and proverbial tones

that are there to be found in

the light traces of vibrant hues,

and the idea of what a specific mind

captures the sight of life

where the universe seemed to thrive

in darkness surrounding the presence

of the human vessel experiencing its eternal form of self —

the Universe —

in a vulnerable, degraded, metaphysical carbon-copy of the prototypical being,

the force over all remaining and passing of its pro-creation.

All that is now and is ever to be

will be formatted within the infinite expansion of conscienceness

and extent in which one’s soul can prosper

when returned to the everlasting realm of your shared

existential intimacy is with the creator that stitched you from

a blueprint of its own eye.

A soul is awakened

in the perspective of the internal life

and existence of one’s self.

Within every human being,

there is the eternal life that is the Universe.

Counter to that,

within every human being,

there is a temporal, mortal life that is our humanity.

When the trees are the brightest green,

in the light of Spring,

I still find death,

because that is where there is the most life.