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There's something wrong with him I want to put him in my mouth
image source: dramaticpokemonpictures
Is this toxic enough?
i think we as a society need to start accepting that fictional love stories need to be a bit toxic for us to go insane over themβ¦ like, sometimes you kinda need the two parties to be obsessed with each other and fucked up and willing to bring each other back from the dead instead of moving on and go to therapy iβm sorryπ
mfw I find myself writing a scene in which Pinky is gleefully chugging a thimble of goat's blood because he's pregnant with a demon (who will grow up to look and act like Dark Pinky and probably try to seduce Brain while impersonating Pinky) due to one of Brain's world domination schemes while Brain watches in horror and fascination
how many times will I inflict this Gabrielle's Hope-ass plot on a male character I like
I got this picture from here: https://www.pinterest.ru/pin/331296116334815671/ Β
Even though it depicts Lin and Tenzin from The Legend of Korra, this couple also reminds me of Malak and Revan here. That might seem strange, but Iβve associated them with Malak and Revan since I came across it a couple of years ago.
Obviously, I donβt own the picture.:)
Not my pictures or collage but i croped it to lock screen form. Collage is given to rightful owner
Cuteeee
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Using these in school projects and references for writing bits
renaissance in the 21st century
Using these in school projects and references for writing bits
renaissance in the 21st century
an appreciation for forests including my own slightly macabre twist on how to look at them and what they hold
i'm not entirely sure what it is about them, but their slow-paced energy and calming pulse of soft yet unstoppable force has always take my breath away.
the way its never silent equally amazes me, there will always be sound, some kind of noise, some sort of thrumming, and even if its your own heartbeat slowing down to match the calm pulse of nature itself, there is never silence that needs to be drowned out. only silence that needs to be kept safe. hidden from those desperate to ruin it. silence that needs to be protected by whatever means necessary.
resting on dampened forest ground like a cooling carcass, ready to be taken apart entirely by the next scavenger to stumble upon my being would be an honour. it would be to give back to nature what it has given me. it would be to be reclaimed entirely. my rotten soul being cleansed, no evil left in anyone who gives back fully to nature. my rotten being, since no one is clean in comparison to forests, surely not me, taken apart, reused in nature like it's meant to be.
i only wish to end as what i truly am, lying on sun-warm grass, giving back everything.
I was today years old when I realized that this:
was Bambi's dad π§πΎββοΈ