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jamietukpahwriting · 1 year
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annelisreadingroom · 29 days
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Hi all, did you have a long weekend for Easter? I did. I went hiking with some friends. I also cleaned the flat and did a lot of reading.
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skipppppy · 13 days
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I have taken to reading Agatha Christie in my free time and I am BEGGING tumblr to get on this train. I need there to be a Poirot renaissance NOW. His tboy swagger is off the fucking wazoo. His combined autism/ocd smoke is too real they're gonna kill him
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koszmarnybudyn · 9 months
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You see the most autistic boy ever and the meanest girl wyd?
Have a Link and Scary drawing i couldnt finish because i didn't have enough time but i think looks cool anyway.
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joytri · 4 months
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red, white, green and blue
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money-and-dandellions · 3 months
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I am totally fine
...Lester, who saw that Meg was like him, while observing her and her Beast...
...(and who didn't admit to himself, that he had a Beast too)...
...Meg who was so scared and worried out of her mind that Lester is in dander and is going to die in the cave of Trophonius that she kept trying to catch his attention and started singing in order to guarantee his safety...
...Lester, who selflessly agreed to give his life only if Meg is going to live; and then proceeded to put himself under risk of being suffocated...
...Meg who was helplessly watching how [her] dummy stabbed himself in the heart and fell limb (I am sure that for a second she was not sure if it was the end or not)...
...Lester who watched people he knew only for a few hours were killed for his sake, clearly not understanding why they would sacrifice themselves for him ("and, for some reason, Jason Grace decided that I would not die today too")...
...Meg, who was watching how her best friend was dying from poison; she didn't want him to die, she cried because she didn't want him to die...
...Lester who helped her to kill her Beast Nero... (I am sure that he is very proud of this achievement of hers)
...Lester, who promised her to come back, no matter what, because the sun always comes back...
Apollo, who did.
They, who became each other's family, because their families are shit (not all of the people/gods).
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magicaloxford · 6 months
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A break at Blackwell’s bookshop after some hard work deciphering an old Oxford manuscript in the Bodleian ☕🍪
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kraro-school-life · 4 months
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hot chocolate and a good book *₊˚☕୧
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napping-sapphic · 7 months
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Cloudy weather is so offensive to me because I just want to sit outside under a blanket and hold hands with someone but NO ONE is here to hold hands with
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jobeancafe · 8 months
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a warm and cozy start to the day ☕ 🍂
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doomed-introvert · 2 years
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jamietukpahwriting · 1 year
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scoutingthetrooper · 7 months
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cozythingz · 9 months
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Cozy autumn vibes ❤️🍂🍁📖
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peacefulandcozy · 2 years
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cheeseforlife · 11 months
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Types of people based on smells (tag who you are):
Gasoline: Staying up late, feeling like you should be crying but not being able to, thick jackets, hands in pockets, sweat, motorcycles.
Sawdust: Always having your bedroom door closed, sitting next to your friends when they’re sad, waning moon, stubborn, the feeling of home.
Hot chocolate: Warm hugs, fogged up glasses, contagious laughs, weighted blankets, found family, fingerless gloves, zoning out.
Books: Long skirts, flannel, small smiles but big grins, old hair ties, dried flowers, honey, lowering the dimmer on lights when walking into rooms.
Buttercream: Daffodils, summer sun, late mornings, food fights, wish lists, jazz hands, that perfect person.
Wet rocks: Walking in the dark, cucumber water, shampoo, running as fast as you can for no reason, asmr, burying yourself in the ball pit.
Dogs: A blanket a loved one made, stale cookies, faded jeans, a well earned nap, wanting stay in the shower, the word affection.
Campfires: Coughing and laughing simultaneously, talking aloud in bed, melting chocolate, mirrors, dancing in the dark.
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