Eye Of Eden Traumatized Me, What Do You Mean I Gotta Do This AGAIN??

“fine shyt” dawg just call me pretty, call me a delicate flower, SOMETHING, ANYTHING THAT DOESNT MAKE ME SOUND LIKE A FRESH DUMP

today might just be my 13th reason

Help My Mum Pursue Her Study 🙏

As any motivated and loving life woman, my mum have been a holder of different scholarships and she is active participant in many research visits and scientific missions.✌💪

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still salty about the eye of eden

attempting to read The Scarlet Letter, why is the introduction/foreword/WHATEVER 30 something pages

I’ve not been well over the holidays so decided to mock up how i’d illustrate PJO instead lol - all in lorem ipsum so I don’t get in trouble with the big mouse!

intrusive thoughts? more like intru-silly thoughts, am i right gamers

The Ballad of Orpheus (Excerpt)

☀︎ HE DIDN’T MEAN TO DO IT. He really, really, didn’t.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Nate left the house early, under the impression that he would be able to make it back home in one piece before breakfast.

He was wrong. So damn wrong that everything hurt.

☀︎ TUCKED AWAY, hidden behind cliffs and snow-topped trees, laid a boy in moist grass. The fresh blades dug into the back of his shirt, leaving green stains mixed with vermillion.

No one would ever think a 12-year old boy would be stupid enough to run off to the woods after a blizzard, much less go near the freaking coal mines. But what else was he supposed to do?

The sky was a dull blue, the clouds painted in soft pink. From afar, the outline of deep orange seemed to wrap around the Earth, ready to encase it in its warmth.

The promise of another day felt tantalizing. He wished to reach out to the comfort of its rays; the sun’s blinding light.

But the sun would never rise. No, not for him, not anymore. No matter how much he’d pray for one last glimpse, the gold light will never shine onto him; for the star had no time to visit, and he never got to feel that warmth again.

Within the green, shielded by a mother’s calloused hands, was a musician’s final curtain call.

☀︎ THIS IS A STORY about a boy named Nathaniel, and it begins at the end, with Nate dying before the sunrise.

totally did not just wake up at 2AM just to freak out over school

no ma’am no sir no mx

i’ve been up for two hours now, i just want to sleep. like just listen to me body let me shut my eyes and😴

not only that, but one of my cartilage piercings got infected so im gonna scream if it starts kicking me in the ass later on today