#sunday aesthetic

[saydesole]

My Sunday 🤎

Happy Saint Patrick's Day ☘️

My birthday is in 9 days and it feels like I'm getting sick HELP!!

The boomerang video belongs to me 🫶🏽

Anybody cooking cornbeef for dinner?

[ariasmontage]

Sun & the Window

[justanotherstudyblrrrr]

Days of the Week as Study Moods: Sunday.

Late mornings | Reading afternoons | Organizing work | Soft blues in the background | Open windows | Personal work | Journaling | Meeting up with friends | Very relaxed study groups.

Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday

[mang0-chutney]

Oh to be in my Sunday mood forever

‘Sunday feeling’ candle recommendation would definitely be the White Honey candle by Woodwick

[fairytaleprincessart]

[torisprlng]

I'm with Ricky September. He is hot.

DOCTOR WHO | DOT AND BUBBLE

[seraphim-eternal]

A little while, and you will see me no longer. Again in a little while, and you will see me.

John 16:16

[why-the-heck-not]

the saturday-sunday night diabolical "life is falling apart"- to do list followed by a mad scramble

[yandere-romanticaa]

Sunday manipulating you into loving him...

His manipulation is so good that you no longer doubt your feelings. It's hard to imagine your life without him, and it shows. You cling onto him like a baby bird and he is soaking in all of the attention like a man who hasn't had a sip of water in a millennium....

He needs you. He needs you like never before, he is love for you is ethereal and true. His devotion mirrors that of an acolyte worshiping their beloved god.

Please, love him in the same way he loves you, for nothing else shall satisfy him and his bleeding heart.

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

Sunday Reset<3

[ariasmontage]

For breakfast, i had jaane tu ya jaane na

I like my mind when it finds my life pretty 🤍🍀

[kitsunetsuki]

Shirt by Zandra Rhodes and Sylvia Ayton, The Sunday Times, 16 June 1968, from Photographing Fashion: British Style in the Sixties by Richard Lester (2009)

[yandere-wishes]

The feminine urge to make posts that are so barbiecore yet simultaneously have it chill the reader to the very bone and haunt their minds like Nosferatu.

[many-of-me]

💔…

[truepinkshape]

Summer magic 🌸

[yandere-romanticaa]

I like to imagine that Sunday likes to watch you enjoy simple, every day activities.

Be it cooking, cleaning, dressing up, applying makeup, absolutely everything you do is positively enchanting to him. Frankly, it's embarrassing how much you have the head of the Oak Family wrapped around your little finger.

His one saving grace is the fact that he is impeccable at holding himself back. Yes, he wishes to caress the soft skin of your neck. Yes, he wishes to ravish you in a way someone of his status has no business of doing so... But that makes it even more tempting, doesn't it?

The cherry on top is that you do not have a single clue about his true feelings.

Those same feelings start to impact his work. He loses focus on meetings, misplaces his items all over the manor. It becomes so bad that the Watchmaker himself goes so far to ask him what is wrong with him.

Sunday coughs into his hand, deep scarlet staining his pale cheeks. He dismisses any and all accusations but the Watchmaker is having none of it.

"Just take what you want young man." said the Watchmaker.

Those words stuck to him like glue.

Perhaps he should. But will he?

Sunday continues to indulge in your company far more often than he ought to. The guilt he feels is immense, unbearable even. However, if he were to ever see you in the arms of anyone that was not him...

He shudders. His throat is dry and he feels himself heaving, the raging heart in his chest might just give in to the scorching hot pain.

Sunday comes to the decision that he would rather die than to see any other outcome.