Left Munich at 8:35 P. M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late.
Me last year: 6:46 is… very precise, buddy.
Me this year:
I think of her alot,my younger self,what if she meets me someday or i meet her someday or someone like her or someone like me,
I barely have cool things to tell her about how I've been,
Maybe she'd know how to be me,
Maybe she'll sit quiet and listen to me,
Or maybe she'll crack a joke here and there and laugh with me,
She'd be so small,
I could pick her up,
She'll probably ask me alot of questions,
All the things that she couldn't but i can do now,
She'll be content to hear me out
Maybe I'll meet my older self someday,
Maybe she won't say much,
But she'll tell me things that are going on in her life,
Maybe I'll sit quiet and listen to her,
Maybe I'll crack a joke here and there to comfort her,
Maybe she'd be the same as me ,
I'll ask her alot of questions,
All the things i can't do but she can,
I'll be content and hear her out.
-tamanna
Joe Keery for WWD — August 2023
zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell
The way our souls lingered for each other – as if they had been separated and sent through the universe in eternal search for their lost part, in constant connection with each other, so that they can find each other again and again. They met under the covers of countless masks, unmasked each other with such intimacy that the pure act of unveiling was a revelation itself. With each collision fragments of long-buried memories became visible, everything that was hidden came to the surface and became decipherable and finally, our two souls merged into one.
This fanfic has been the only thing I've been able to focus on all day. Holy shit. It's so good and I cant wait for the next chapter, it's honestly a master peice.
Summary: When a fire-wielding vigilante starts tearing her way through Orynth, Detective Rowan Whitethorn is tasked with putting her behind bars. He doesn’t know who she is, what she looks like, or what she wants.
But the one thing he does know?
She’s his mate.
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Illustrated Map of ETL's Orynth Playlist
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Fun lovely things by people I love
Playlist by @rowanaelinn
Playlist by @aelinchocolatelover
Moodboard 1 and Moodboard 2 by @themoonthestarsthesuriel
Moodboard by @morganofthewildfire
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Rating: E for smut, language, and canon-typical violence
Prologue Chapter 1: The Meeting Chapter 2: The Bond Chapter 3: The Swap Chapter 4: The Boy Chapter 5: The Name Chapter 6: The Gift Chapter 7: The Reporter Chapter 8: The Truce Chapter 9: The Source Chapter 10: The Video Chapter 11: The Funeral Chapter 12: The Manifest Chapter 13: The Rescue Chapter 14: The Chase Chapter 15: The Talk Chapter 16: The Bargain Chapter 17: The Date Chapter 18: The List Chapter 19: The SurvivorsChapter 20: The Party Chapter 21: The Truth Chapter 22: The Fire Chapter 23: The Fight
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“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”
-Franz Kafka
cleaning my room and the living room ✅
hoovering ✅
uni work ❌
steve harrington fanfiction ✅
I've got to say I did not expect poets to actually die in the dead poets society.
“Fuck it, we slay” (heavy eye bags, dehydrated, on the verge of insanity)