Song of the Sailor's Daughter

Aug 26

chotronette:

Dress by www.chotronette.com

chotronette:

Dress by www.chotronette.com

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“I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which.” — grettypop (via grettypop)

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la-pitonisa-tropical:

la-pitonisa-tropical:

haruchonns:

高畠華宵 

Kasho Takahata

»Mermaid TAG«

la-pitonisa-tropical:

la-pitonisa-tropical:

haruchonns:

高畠華宵 

Kasho Takahata

»Mermaid TAG«


The White Lady of Rohan.

The White Lady of Rohan.

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Aug 25

Getting drunk and arguing about anarchism and geopolitics and kissing until we’re breathless and smiling so hard our cheeks hurt.

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bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

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enchantedsleeper:

Jugend (1898), Hans Christiansen

enchantedsleeper:

Jugend (1898), Hans Christiansen

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Aug 22

I’m just having a lot of feels right now.

I’m rereading an old series I used to adore and it so wonderful. Every time i see a character I love it’s like meeting an old friend you haven’t talked to in a long time and all the wonderful memories you have of them come rushing back.

It’s making my heart hurt in the most exquisite way and I just want you to know: I love you, friends. Even if we don’t talk as often as we used to, you will always have a place in my heart and every time we do talk it’s like reopening a favorite book.

Aug 21

“At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.” — Caitlin Moran  (via sisyphean-revolt)

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