feel better; it’s been a long week, not moving from your permanently dark bedroom, your phone forgotten under the bed with a hundred missed messages, but you’re finally opening your eyes and seeing a sliver of early morning sunlight filter in behind the curtains that a mysterious breeze blew open.
daisy chains; it’s late spring or early summer and you’re dozing with your best friends in the grass, the slow and peaceful brush of the warm breeze keeping you in that state of just waking from a pleasant dream.
songs to run away to; you’re packing an overnight bag and taking the first bus out of the city. you’re not exactly running away, but you don’t plan on coming back. all you know is that your only goal is to keep on running.
classical jams; it’s your fancy neighbour’s annual ball held in their gothic castle and you’re getting turnt to tchaikovsky while very deliberately disappointing your parents who wanted you to use the occasion to find an upstanding suitor.
dark academia but it slaps; vague fuck the school system vibes, doing stupid shit with your close friends, caffeinated all-nighters, a chaotic gleam in your eye as you throw paper planes made from your essays out of the highest window in campus, not knowing if your friend really did commit murder. in this household we don’t take ourselves too seriously.
Reblog this if you have or had derma- or trichotillomania. I need to figure out just how common these things really are.
This is not finished yet i want to paint it but im lazy ngl
😭😭😭😭 MY BABYS
Found you through your florist stories. Is there a way I could subtly tell someone to fuck off with flowers?
In flower language? Probably, I think I’ve even reblogged something to that effect. But….most ppl don’t know flower language anymore. No, if you need a true “fuck you” then here’s my DIY official tutorial, the Death Bouquet:
(This is gonna be the least wholesome post I’ve ever written and I am so sorry but I am also laughing while I type this.)
I’ve been railing on Pink Floyd roses a lot for their thorns lately because one has sliced my hand open recently. Get some of those.
Next. Get you some ornamental thorn roses. (I’m not 100% but I think mermaid climbing roses fall into this and are also brutal)
Next. Thistles. Lots of thistles. More thistles than sense.
Next. Dusty miller flower greens. Soft. Weak. Floppy. Clog up your bouquet with these, especially in the middle where they’ll make the stems stick together.
Next. Baby’s Breath. This is your secret weapon. You can’t tell when they’re dead half the time, they’re strong. Too strong. The wrong touch and FOOOOOOF. Tiny leaves and petals EVERYWHERE it’s as good as a glitter bomb.
NEXT. Abandon common arrangement sense. Fillers first, clog the center with fillers. Clog it, make it dense. Stick a rose or two in, but you want at least 70% filler.
NEXT. Hide the thistles. Hide them under the roses. Make sure some of the heads are at hand level. Spray them with water. You want those stems damp and miserable. Thistles harden as they die.
NEXT. The roses. Line this puppy in roses. Ornamentals and Floyds should be along the outside, this bouquet should be DEADLY to put any weight on. Spray them with water. This bouquet should be so tightly packed that your “handle” looks more like a solid mass than anything else.
NEXT. Wrap them in paper. TISSUE PAPER. Thin, weak, damp. Even gardening gloves can’t save your hands now.
NEXT. Be strong, treat the bouquet like a bed of nails. The more evenly spread the weight, the less likely you are to get hurt. You will be tempted to give these roses away in person, but be strong. Your ginger body language will give up the game.
FINALLY. Deliver them. Know. KNOW that your plan has worked, because anyone with any sense will see a bouquet and just FIST it with one hand. Maybe the other will come to support it. But just that. Just the hands. Meeting thorny death. A dozen little needle presses. The paper will be too damp to unravel, to see what has done this. They’ll grab it a few times, trying to learn the secret.
Deliver it with a nice note. Sincere, heartfelt. Make them feel obligated to deep the Death Bouquet. This is where the density comes in. Damp, suffocating, these flowers will mold in secret. They’ll die and their odor will permeate the air. But, because of the nature of the baby’s breath….it’ll be hard to find. Hard to detect. The roses will be sheltered because they’re on the outside, getting air and water. But the center will mold, and stink.
Eventually, they’ll realize it’s the flowers, and they’ll move the bouquet, and POOF, it will shatter, leaves and petals everywhere, releasing a gag worthy odor unlike anything they’ve smelled before.
And that’s how you say “fuck you” with a bouquet.
tbh i wasn't expecting the movie will be this horny BUT OKAYYY LETSGO
They are so IN SYNC
Okay you know those lines from romance books and fanfics where they’re like “our lips fit perfectly together”?
It’s obviously a commonly used thing that doesn’t actually make sense when you think about it, but explain to me how this kiss actually matches that description???
Like there is something about how Alex kisses back that makes my entire brain go 🫨
I feel like I need to make this post on losing motivation, because a lot of the time, on here, it seems that when people lose motivation to study, they try and just force and bully themselves into being motivated. That’s not a good method, studying the things you love should be joyful, not a horrendous chore. And motivation via negativa only leads to less motivation long term, where as motivation via positiva leads to a strengthened sense of being able to overcome obstacles and more motivation long term.
If you are losing motivation, usually there is some other reason for it. You are a whole person, not just a shard of academic intellectualism, and the other elements of your being need to be taken care of. We sometimes forget that. So if you have noticed your motivation is slipping, check in with yourself:
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Consent is a beautiful thing.
Remember Alex hasn't been with a man so intimately. Henry is his Northstar here. Henry let's Alex learn his body and needs in the most subtle ways. He let's Alex know that he is ready with that subtle press of the hand.
Alex's eyes don't leave Henry's even for a second . He doesn't know what Henry is comfortable with. He waits for Henry to let him know he can proceed further. Henry gives him the slightest of nods and then and only then does Alex proceeds.
They didn't leave out any sexual dynamic in these scenes. I'm so fucking glad we got this lovemaking scene.
"why didn't you kill me?"
"i think you know why."
Rollinnngggggg thunderrrrrrrrrrrr ✨
Happy one year anniversary!