The weeds had gotten really rowdy (as expected, not growing anything this year, just taking care of the soil when I get back)
BUT our neighbours had stolen one of my huge lavender bushes. The audacity!
The weeds had gotten really rowdy (as expected, not growing anything this year, just taking care of the soil when I get back)
BUT our neighbours had stolen one of my huge lavender bushes. The audacity!
Reading fics makes me feel like I’m real. I find myself in them, and only then.
In the real world I feel like a ghost. I miss people but I cannot imagine being missed, or even remembered when I’m not there. For I am not real. Or am I?
Reading fics makes me feel like I’m real. I find myself in them, and only then.
In the real world I feel like a ghost. I miss people but I cannot imagine being missed, or even remembered when I’m not there. For I am not real. Or am I?
But best parts R/R, fighting Tseng after all these years and maybe my fave of whole game: the scene with Tseng and Aerith.
(I love that ship 😭)
But best parts R/R, fighting Tseng after all these years and maybe my fave of whole game: the scene with Tseng and Aerith.
(I love that ship 😭)
But all the packing: art supplies, all the books for my thesis, clothes…
And hauling all that by train…ugh
But all the packing: art supplies, all the books for my thesis, clothes…
And hauling all that by train…ugh
#manta_commissions
And oh my, poor Dio. Rude got him in a bad shape. What a gentleman. I love him so💖😩💖
And oh my, poor Dio. Rude got him in a bad shape. What a gentleman. I love him so💖😩💖
Exhausting and soulless. Everything is so beautiful but it feels like a game, not a living world , just a game with areas with cool and beautiful stuff to awe at and ever increasing stakes and million minigames.
Exhausting and soulless. Everything is so beautiful but it feels like a game, not a living world , just a game with areas with cool and beautiful stuff to awe at and ever increasing stakes and million minigames.
Imagine Francis Ford Coppola walking in the room in a trench coat.
The coat accidentally slips open…
and it’s actually Tommy Wisseau and Neil Breen.
With unlimited budget.
Glorious.
Imagine Francis Ford Coppola walking in the room in a trench coat.
The coat accidentally slips open…
and it’s actually Tommy Wisseau and Neil Breen.
With unlimited budget.
Glorious.
I’ve been missing everyone so much this whole time I’ve been absent. 💖
I’ve been missing everyone so much this whole time I’ve been absent. 💖