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shh no more words

Posted 1 month ago


I know that you think I’m kind of odd, but if your love was a mountain, I swear that I’d climb to the top. I’d tell you “you’re lovely and everything I’ll ever need, and I’d give you my all if you’d just come and stand next to me.” [x]

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✨ 💕💋💘💙✨🎀


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Posted 2 months ago
  1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

    2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

    3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it.

    4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

    5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

    6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

    7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

    8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

    9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

    10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

    11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

    12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

    14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

    15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

    16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness   (via inksandwords)

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Life can get stupidly, stupidly depressing.

Posted 4 months ago

Mr Johnson of The True Estate Realtors adjusted his poise on the couch in front of me. “Yes, I’ve owned this estate for many, many years now.” His eyes glazed at the ornate wall behind me. Behind me there was his trophy wall, and on it were the heads of many an animal: beaver, bear and even bobcat; although to me, it did not seem as if he collected the pelts himself. He wore a suave pinstriped deep-blue suit. A matte-gray waistcoat beneath it was buttoned; the buttons were small glossy pearls. Like they were fashioned from animal ribs rolled up into little bone balls for him.Above the waistcoat, he wore a stark-white shirt with a sleek black tie. His bony figure and this tie accented really how thin and skinny this man was. Obviously this man was trying to make me succumb to the notion that he indeed had killed, skinned and dried these animals for this wall of his. I humoured him. “Yes Ryan, it is very impressive.” I averted my eyes from the wall and focused them on his face. “Tell me - did you personally kill these animals?” I’d barely finished before being cut off.
"Every single one!" his deep voice rebounded off of the warm yet empty walls of this two-tone mansion which he also supposedly owned. He altered his tie to make it straight, which only made it wonky, because, as it were, it was already straight. He was obviously trying to assume some sort of pride. I don’t know why. He didn’t have to. Maybe he’s an egotist. I thought blandly to myself. "So how long have you owned this wonderful house?" I asked, with an ever-so-sly hint of dry sarcasm.
"Oh this old thing? He gazed around, stroking his thick, dark goatee which protruded messily and unkempt from his pointed chin. "Ever since I can remember."

"Would you take me on more of a tour of the house?" I asked, adding a friendly smile. But not a warm smile. Friendly, but not warm - I need to keep things to an acquaintance sort of profile. ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’ - as far as I know, this man poses no threat to me - he is no enemy of mine. But he could be. I’m yet to figure something out about him. Egocentric, proud, a slight narcissist, rich and something else.

We walked into his kitchen. The stove looked brand new - or scarcely used for that matter - the surfaces glistened and there was a brand new smell in the kitchen. And the rest of the house. “Mr Johnson,” I leaned against one of the surfaces, but before I could ask my question, he shunted me off of his surface: “Please Mr Camahadre, no leaning.” 
"Sorry," I righted myself, disgruntled and annoyed at the motion. "Could you make me a drink?" 
"Of course." He reached into the fridge and handed me a cold can of lemonade. "I hope this is okay, we haven’t been shopping this week."
"Yes, this is fine, thank-you." I sipped the lemonade then almost choked on it. "We, Mr Johnson?” I spluttered. “I thought you lived here alone?”
"Oh I do, but, my uh," he shifted his hands nervously. "My mum still helps me with the shopping. I’m… I’m a little bit on the stupid side to do it. Don’t know what I need or want and whatnot. You know the malarkey."
"All too well." I laughed.

More Later…

Posted 4 months ago
I love you cutie n.n
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I love you too c:

Posted 4 months ago




Artifact from the secret cabinets of Catherine the Great. Commissioned by her lover Grigory Orlov.


the killdo

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