#twenty twenty four

[fr0gg13b413]

epiphanies.

A couple days ago, the revelation hit me. I finally made it to the life i was always holding out for. The weight of that realisation crushed me. I had so many dreams that were once everything to me... and I'd just let them go. I knew my circumstances wouldn't allow those dreams, and I thought I'd made peace with that fact. But seeing how achievable they all are now, it hurt. I was left questioning which version of myself was more me. Then, today, I had the second epiphany. There is no longer a time bomb. I am no longer trying to squeeze all my life's worth of living into four tiny years. I can breathe. I can learn. I can live.

Everything doesn't end now that I made it here. I will not spend this year in guilt or grief. I am going take care of myself. I will be sober, and stay sober. I will learn what it means to lean on others and how to do it. I will do the things I want to, even if I am scared. I will be in my bones more. I will journal everything (I'm not performing for anyone). I will learn my faith as it is, unfailing love. I will put kindness first. I am going to learn how to love others better, how to be a better friend, a better person.

I am dedicating this year to living. I hope to find missing pieces of myself in the cracks of early mornings. I hope to find new favourites in unexpected places.

I will find myself again, and this time I promise to take care of her.

this year I'm going to live.

[gaymikolafton]

Almost 2024🙀

[ficwritersretreat]

Hi there! I've never been to the retreat, but it sounds very rtmi. Are you planning on running it again this year?

Hey there! Hope you see this response. It's been sitting here for a couple of weeks...guess I need to check my sude blogs more often!! Yes, I am running it again this year! Just started pre-planning this weekend. Dates will be August 8th to 11th. Other details to come. I would definitely encourage you to consider it. We always have a great time.

[tittyinfinity]

"We sent it to your doctor as a priority message" today is day 3 and he usually gets back to my non-urgent messages within the same day as what the fuck

Out of pain meds when I have to do a bunch of physical labor this week/weekend. This is bullshit

[lovetogether]

BALTIMORE CITY ‼️

[fear-is-nameless]

YA BEAT ME TO IT.

I mean-

[electricaldreams]

✨

[spookyscarysnails]

2024,,,

four....

4....

2024... tis the year of sitting and chillin

[kelemonopy]

HNY

happy new year tiny people on my dashboard, the free for all for 2024 has started, it will be someones year.

[twelverriver]

bonus: the shoes in question

Ncuti Gatwa in Behind the Scnes: Empire of Death

[umblrspectrum]

"smaller mass" you say

[heading-down-to-georgia]

Happy 20th anniversary Four Swords manga!!! Thank you so much for such an amazing story, and a wonderful community xxx

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[blueskittlesart]

i dont have a caption for this one but know that this took me multiple months of work to produce. i hate drawing birds