#hii it’s been a while

[agravain-r]

Slow dance

[nostalgicjoy]

It’s half quarter before midnight and the moon is half-asleep. Its quiet light tenderly splayed out in the darkest spots. Behind the tallest lamp and two inches above the headboard and on my chest and in between my fingers. The careful moonlight feels like a warm hug. A goodbye that oddly sounds like a hello too. I’ve forgotten how a spine can stretch comfortably when the night eases all the tension away. 28 feels a lot like sprawling out and unbending until pressure points are loosened and you’re completely exposed. I don’t hold onto a lot of people anymore. I still listen to the same old songs and watch the same shows, but I stopped waiting on things and people to catch up to me. I say “I love you” once but show it twice and more. I’m learning to just sit with the painful memories instead of recycling them into lessons. Same with people too. My heart is still soft, but I’m a far cry from 16 years old. My hands are still always searching for warm places to touch, but I’m remembering cold places are touch-starved too. I often miss summer when it’s cold and damp. And miss the chilly air when I’m baked under the Michigan heat. I think about how I used to miss parts of myself in the same way. Perpetually unsatisfied and mystified of what could be.

I spent the last year stretching out all my limbs and unfolding skin that remained hidden for so long. Light-starved and unseen. I want to remember not just the grandest experiences but also the quietest moments. I want to be felt and seen. My 20s have been a lot of drowning out all the noise to hear myself. My voice spreading farther and louder like the glistening sun rays of July. All my light reaching into places and people I’ve met and yet to meet. I want to grow warm, grow full. I want to tuck light and love in all the darkest spots. Inside a dresser and underneath the bed and on my nape and in all my bones.

[y-izhou]

♡ 　 𓂋 　 ⋏ 　⌇　✲　🌺　🍹　🌊　 ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

[sopuu]

missing them hours

[zu-is-here]

Hi :) Hi Hi Hi! Helloooo Sooooo I don't know if you do requests or not but JUST STAY WITH ME ON THIS- XD So.... what about... some Monarch Shattered Dream and Knight!Cross content ( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛) Just a suggestion XD

set them free

Monarch by @wishingstarinajar || Shattered Dream by galacii-gallery / galacii

Knight by stankychee || Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

[cornflakesdoesart]

behold! here's three reposts of my jedisona plus a wip of them with their master for this fine may the fourth

Also a very messy wip under the cut :3

[myewt]

Blindness

[larabar]

roll credits

[dreamcastingdust]

Drawing my blaze design again, trying to figure how to mix the sonic artstyle with mine in a satisfying way

[ohhamlet-art]

rewatched httyd 2 went a bit crazy you know how it is

[noxious-fennec]

Hard sell

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

"Whom are you acting sad for? I gave everything to win back my freedom!"

I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face. But I was not ready. I was still on my way. --Mikko Harvey, "Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheat Field"

[grave-of-ophelia]

Im about to go out so why not post some selfies here? I'm feeling so pretty :3

[snailsnaps]

y/n needs to go back work

[rainfroggies]

AUGHHH OUGH AAUGH

save Me .white girl Save Me ….

[squuote]

rereading 17776 rn and noticing that Nine’s hesitance to accept their new reality is something I didn’t fully take in before. Like a majority of their concerns are all focused on the idea of purpose, which actually makes a lot of sense for them to solely be hooked on that specific concern. Nine was built with the intent of space exploration and to help humans achieve that goal. Being thrown into a reality where that purpose has essentially died and doesn’t really exist anymore would be very alarming for someone whose whole reason of existence is that specific thing. Nine’s arc of acceptance in existence so to speak. sorry I’m probably last to get to this but man it just hit me like a ton of bricks