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YOU GOT ADOPTED BY LUCIFER IN THE GOOD OMENS ROLEPLAY?!!! I'M IN THAT ROLEPLAY!!! SEVERAL TIMES!!!
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I DID.
For some reason laptop Tumblr does not show that someone has responded to your ask so I only found out 20 minutes ago on my phone when I had to go and pick up a drug prescription
I was very happy! I have seen you about in the roleplay as well!
every day I get reminded of how cute and adorable he is and honestly I love it
like God knows us inside and out, yeah? He knows the things we love and the character traits we have and the weird things we do and whatnot? and so maybe you're hopping on leaves playing the floor is lava secretly even though you're a grown adult and if people knew what you were doing they'd like, scoff, but God is watching and He's smiling!!! He's going "aww I'm so glad they're enjoying those leaves and this nice weather and they're so cute when they do that"!!!!
and like. how amazing is it that we little pebbles down here are cared about so much by GOD that the little things we little pebbles do make Him smile and light up and be so glad He made us :)
isn't it amazing how we can bring God joy?
Had an amazing weekend. Life is good. 🫶
There is a certain beauty in having a normal day.
I wake up at 6am, take my two buses at 7, get to look at the beautiful sunrise with headphones in my ears. I enjoy looking out the window, seeing the busy students and workers striding fast to their destinations. Suddenly, everything seems so lovely. Then i arrive at uni to take my morning classes. Different people are becoming friends.. each individual special in his own way; the way they do their hair, or the lipstick they have on.. even the way they do their hijab.. each one of them seem to be truly unique. I get out at 12 and take my buses again, happy to go have lunch with my mum and tell my brother about my day. Sometimes, the routine is changed slightly by buying a croissant in the morning to take it with my café au lait or reading a book in the bus.
When you're comfortable with who you are and who you're becoming, suddenly everyone seems busy with their own lives. I don't focus on the dark side anymore, i don't focus on the illusion of others mocking me. that version of me simply doesn't exist anymore. I'm now unapologetically my true authentic self.
1 of 7. Dagoth Araynys
Dirt Regent of Mamaea, called "Evermin" and "Keeper of the Photostatic Numen". Appointed entrant of Vivec by the will of the Sharmat. Chief artist of the Sixth House, memory was his chisel. Turning thought to stone, he created the so called ash statues and propagated them throughout Vvardenfell. Immune to the concept of distance and length, he carved as far as Cyrodiil without impediment. From his etchings we learn the mighty lessons of multiplication and patience needed for awakening dreams.
ispired by @ijiwaruuma ash vampires design and this topic in particular
Fellas. My wonderful amazing moots. The random followers who are also wonderful and amazing too. I may or may not have some big news. Not sure how to share it here yet, but I am working on it! Expect some good stuff here soon.
Rainy Friday in the city
Hope everyone had a great day, especially the ladies at the hair shop who called me beautiful and gave me special discounts
Being Alive
So ruthlessly cold and empty,
These bedsheets mocking my sorrow.
Hearing every tick of the clock,
Reluctantly gazing at the mirror,
Seeing nothing but a wasted potential.
Strong is the urge to feel the life drain out of me,
Yet the dreams keep me awake.
All the thrill left to be experienced,
And all the cities left to be loved,
Leaves me wanting to see the life play out.
Setting the regrets on fire,
A toast to the feeling of being alive.
Let's get out and wander to a new country,
Dancing to the melodies we can't revive,
Singing the songs one never hears again in life.
Falling in love with strangers you see on the train
Knowing you'll never see them again.
Loving the cafes you know you'll never forget,
Turning the pages of a mysterious book,
In hurry, whose title you'll forget.