Am I not important enough to stay?
P.S. I just want to ram my head against a wall until I know why I’m not good enough for anyone to care enough to stay?
P.S. I just want to ram my head against a wall until I know why I’m not good enough for anyone to care enough to stay?
Life within death.
Physalis alkekengi, or the Chinese/Japanese Lantern, blooms during Winter and dries during Spring. Once it is dried, the bright red fruit is seen. The outer cover is a thin mesh that held the flower petals, seen in golden brown colour.
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS PICTURE FOR SO LONG
My mom just told me I was going to Hell for laughing at this
THEY SEE ME ROLLIN, THEY PRAYIN
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When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.
If anybody ever tells me that storytelling isn’t important anymore, I’ll show them this post.
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OH MY GOD. HOW ARE THEY SO INCREDIBLY PRECIOUS???
have u ever just finished an anime or tv show or video game or book and just kind of
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perfection. headcanon accepted.
OH MY GOD
I just felt my heart lurch. This is so beautifully tragic. Oh god.
that’s just… wow
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Can we cuddle?
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.
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