Took Down The Bush Administration Last Night In The Shower

So upset because i realized the origins of my white lie habit

Aalu anday and propoganda poster

Me going through all the top rankers in Competition: YOU'RE ALL!!!! CLONES!!!! OF!!!!! CLONES OF CLONES!!!!!!!!!!!!

there will be one colored wall: an easter yellow, or paisley pink or tea pink or perriwinkle o rpowder blue

Morning run ruined by self hate and rain

wow nvm i can tolerate her again

Tristan and Isolde(Death) (1910) by Rogelio de Egusquiza

lillith starry mentor

caleb has a habit of tilting his head down when you're talking to him, especially when you're standing close. it's not dramatic, just enough to catch your gaze, brows slightly raised like he’s listening to you and only you.

it's the kind of look that makes you forget what you were saying for a second.

the worst part? he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he'll lean an elbow on a table or rest a hand against a doorframe, letting his height naturally create that downward angle: eyes low-lidded, mouth relaxed, totally unbothered. and you'll just stare, cheeks heating up, heartbeat skipping.

and when he does know?

he tilts a little more, lowers his voice, and murmurs, “you were saying?”

yeah. he knows.

when i grow up and host, I'll do weekly craft night whee we use clay or playdiugh or whatever to make all the fun stuff from the moshi mosnters univers