Hi dad that is apathetic towards your daughter.
r a i n i n g s t a r s
a collectivity of thoughts; a war log of emotion
dream number three
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Your back is the long span of chestnut and tree bark but too soft to be anything but the skin you wear, rippling and endless over the things you hide underneath it all.
Hey guys! Me and Butterfish are proud to present a collaboration we’ve been working on and off the past several months: “Monarchy of Spades”, a USUK card verse story!
We’re quite excited about this and hope everything falls into place smoothly. It is a short story and split into four parts. Also the visual format of the story is quite different than what we’re used to, since it’s not going to be formatted like a typical comic.
I’d also like to ask you guys a question, if you would rather this be uploaded on livejournal, tumblr (full pages, not just an update notice), or no preference?
Thank you! Hope you look forward to it :)
And now I have a new thing to look forward to from Hakuku and Butterfish~
(via alfredlovesarthur)
(Source: heyitsmlove, via kaymarie94)
Uhg my uterus.
Monkeys with machetes running around my uterus.
Ophelia
” There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts. There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it herb-grace o’ Sundays: O you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: they say he made a good end,—”
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