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I like to think so

A little reminder :)

Credits: Lucian on we heart it

Romantically Solipsistic

If I was a romantic I’d tell you how I drive the long way home. I drive twists and turns through subdivisions to slowly get to the same fate I would have had I gone straight. I’d tell you that I do this in the hopes that when I pass your house, I can roll down my window just to hear your laugh. 

But I am not romantic. 

If I’m honest, I take the long way home to remind myself that you exist. I need to see the car in the driveway, the shadows through the kitchen window, the barking dog in the backyard. 

I need proof of your existence because I’m beginning to doubt my own. 

“if we make it through december, everything’s gonna be alright, I know.”

if we make it through december

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Photographer: https://www.instagram.com/el_chipacabra/

Premiere on this Friday!!!!!!!! Yup~

Last night, I ran through the forest as the rain poured down from above me, without a shoe or a care, dressed in flowing green satin.

If that doesn’t scream main character energy idk what does.

Adam Parrish losing control of his hands and eyes when the demon infects Cabeswater but set to the tune of “Possessed” by Jeremiah Fraites. It is highly painful and highly recommended. 

Oh, yes, without us perhaps the sky would be more blue. The ocean as clear and deep as a mirror. Perhaps not so many lives would have ended before their time. Less smog thick in the world's throat like phlegm keeping you awake. Less oil as ink poisoning in the planet’s blue blood. But without us, there would also be no bread, fresh from the oven. No melodies hummed just under the breath. No magenta, created just for our eyes. No dogs as we know them, these eager valentines. No telescopes piercing the veil of stars. No stories told around campfires. Told over and over again, each time a little different, a little more ours. Consider this my love letter to humanity: Yes, some of us do terrible things. But some of us bake bread and write poetry about the hands of our lovers. When I take my mother's old dog with his bad hips for a walk across the wheat fields. Standing among the weeds which, with a little help, will become something not better, but new. With each step, he turns his body to look back at me, waiting for me to catch up. And I know, if tomorrow we were to be gone from this world

We would be missed.

sometimes self care is sitting on your bed at 11 o’clock in the morning, listening to Lorde on vinyl and giving yourself temporary tattoos in the most bizarre places

the vibe created while copying notes for law class while listening to Non Stop is frankly unmatched

Big fan of this whole Magnus archives thing. Might make a new personality out of it we’ll see