Sam’s shirt
Picture from their company Slack of Marisha’s coffe order
Flat white with vanilla
Lucien’s Tarot Card Reading vs. Final Battle Parallels
“Vines and flowers and roots and ferns begin to bloom and blossom out of the ground surrounding his body. Begin to encase it in a way that’s oddly familiar to one of you. You feel in this place of cold stillness, of death and vacancy, a warm breeze. It smells sweet, with hints of ocean. The green turns to brown and pulls away. Your eyes open for the first time.”
(via chaoticdumbace)
There is something sharp in her.
There is something sharp in her, of course. There is something sharp in all of them—they have fangs made to rip through flesh. They are made to take what is not theirs. They are made to be cruel.
The claws of a stoat are not retractable.
It takes so, so much of her to keep that sharpness put away, where those around her cannot be hurt by it.
There is an anger and a hurt and a sharp, unrelenting pain in her, and every word she says is softened and measured and curled away.
It is not his fault.
It is NOT his fault, she snaps.
If she knew to make the comparison—if she were not as far away from the comparison as she can hide herself—she would compare it to cutting vegetables, practiced and methodical, and seeing a small hand reaching out to help, and only realizing the sharpness of the blade a moment too late.
Her mother is never soft, but there is nothing else Tula can be.
She ripped at the heart and then laid a paw on it and said, like a desperate prayer, Heal. Please, heal. Please, rest.
She looked at the face of death and said, I hope someone, somewhere, has a chance to say goodbye.
Every word she says is honest. Every word she says is tempered to something blunt enough to be safe. Both of those things are true.
There is something sharp in her, and every movement rips it deeper into her heart.
There is something sharp in her, but everyone around her, she loves, so that is where it must remain.
She would not carry a knife with the blade pointing away from her. If she did, it might cut someone else.
(via quiddie)
Rashawn half-scolding Brennan for making her tear up is so real
I’m not a parent, but I found this relatable as someone with 13 nieces, nephews, and niblings.
GOD tula’s grief is so palpable and brennan does such a good job with acting it out. that blank grief, where you keep going and going and going so you don’t absolutely fall apart. she has to watch out for her kids, her aging mother, her younger sister, and even her sister’s husband who she has now come to trust. if she stops and examines her emotions about it, she will crumble. tula fills her day with any and every task so she doesn’t have to think about the absence that geoffrey left when he passed on. i felt her pain through the screen when lila tried to make her feel better by putting down geoffrey. it hurt to hear lila talk about her husband that way, but lila is too young to know what grief means. she doesn’t understand the complexities of it. which is fine, she’s a child. but when you haven’t given yourself time to process your grief and allow yourself to rest, this is what can happen. tula runs herself into the ground so she’s too tired to think about geoffrey.
i have been close to death for as long as i can remember. lila and jaysohn’s story is so close to my own that it hurts, but from a child’s perspective. i have felt the confusion and grief of losing a parent, but never a partner or spouse. tula is so stoic, but as soon as someone brings up geoffrey, that façade breaks.
i don’t know how to end this post but god. tula. my heart hurts for her.
i know that when aabria’s describing the impossibly tall beings with reflective eyes and yellow skin, she almost certainly means people in hazmat suits, like so.
but i’m choosing to believe that they’re actually the monsters inc CDA
How did this man say something off the dome that is such an eldest daughter mood??? Huh???
How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer
Reblog to literally save a life
official boob post
(via aryas)
I’m just a woman from the Greta Gerwig universe.
Movies- 20th century women (2016), Frances Ha (2012), Little women (2019), Barbie (2023), Ladybird (2017), Mistress America (2015), Maggie’s Plan (2015)
“No one can love you until you love yourself” is like the worst possible way of articulating “if you don’t respect and value yourself, it’s very easy to become attracted to people who don’t treat you right and then justify their mistreatment, so be careful.”
so THAT’S what it’s supposed to mean. that actually makes sense.
(via thepoisonroom)
I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
but no one can ever know cause that’s embarrassing
(via thepoisonroom)
i didn’t have “i’m broken” teenage asexual angst i had “i’m literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks” perception issues
(via quinn-of-aebradore)
















