your wish is my command, dear anon
your wish is my command, dear anon
messy notebooks. messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms.night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.
quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas, struggling to find the right words.not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly. wishing to be enough, someday.
failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else.notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.
loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything. rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.
Tagged by @lumei-xiv !
Chevy Camaro SS
1 Battalion Dutch Waffen SS marching towards trainstation to be send to the Eastern Front.
During World War II, the Waffen-SS recruited significant numbers of non-Germans, both as volunteers and conscripts. In total some 500,000 non-Germans and ethnic Germans from outside Germany, mostly from German-occupied Europe, were recruited between 1940 and 1945. The units were under the control of the SS Führungshauptamt (SS Command Main Office) beneath Reichsführer-SS Heinrich Himmler. Upon mobilization, the units’ tactical control was given to the High Command of the Armed Forces (Oberkommando der Wehrmacht).———————————————————————
Lisence: Public Domain.
Just for history, non-political.
#waffenss #ss #easternfront #wehrmacht #wehrmachtwaffenss #militairhistory #militar #soldaat #soldier #soldate #krieg #europa #europe #hitler #nazi #nonpolitical #maastricht
Remy Demain is blind, has been for a majority of his life, it wasn’t until the age of 12 that his eyesight started fading over the next few years, not stopping until he could only see the levels of light shining on the eyes he still has.
Whilst visiting his local Starbucks with his beautiful Husky girl Venti, his seeing eye dog, Remy gets a very unwanted guest yelling at him about his dog. This happens more than it should.
“Ma'am she is my seeing eye dog, I’m blind.” He falls back on his rehearsed rebuttals as he looks aimlessly at the lady in front of him. A pause.
“Well, you don’t look blind!” She yells in her annoyingly arrogant voice; uncomfortably close to his face. He can feel the spit of unnecessary fiery rage in her words. He was just about to get up and blindly beat the shit out of her or wack her ankles with his probing cane until she crawled out of there when he heard someone step into the shop, the bell of the door having rung loudly into his sensitive ears.
soundcloud/download | 3.5 hours of boogie/g-funk/soul/cosmic/house/electro/synth pop from an LA legend: DâM-FunK - Dekmantel Podcast 184 (June 2018)
noah fence but.. butterfly is not a good comeback song
Hindi talaga ako fan ng Classic na Ran, pero so far, hindi ako nabobored dito at naeenjoy ko naman kahit papaano pinaggagawa dito.
I’m really happy with the game ranking, and the results. Fun games
*yells into the void* I miss superstore
why ya so obsessed with me ? 🙃 i just wanna know
it’s been 4 fucking years and she’s still making fake accounts to harass me and stalk me and y’all don’t care lmao. When this psycho kills me remember ur passivity
This is like the 100th fake account this psycho has made to harass me and i would bet my bottom dollar that child is not his.
her family has the money and influence to alter a paternity test anyway but what i can tell you is that the darker/stronger genes almost always determine how your child will look.
don’t be a fool
ALSO THAT WHORE NOT ONLY TOLD ME HERSELF THAT SHE HAD PLASTIC SURGERY, CAESAR TOLD ME TOO.
[ All done leveling NIN, MCH, RDM, and AST! The Captain shall soon be up for RP! :D ]
Family gathers to mourn the loss of beloved miqo’te - gone too soon from swiftcasting final sting for absolutely no reason
Minsan siya’y para sa iyo pero minsan siya’y paasa
Romance in the air ✨
(As always, no reposts)
it is a beautiful morning, muted shades of golden yellow pouring through the cracks between the curtains. two boys lay in the middle of a large bed curled into each other. legs and arms intertwined they lay motionless. roman slowlys fades into conscience, his eyes shut still as he listens to cars and birds and virgil’s breathing. eyelashes flicker open to show roman black fading to purple hair brushing up against his cheek. roman takes the chance to move one of virgil’s arms and lace his fingers between pale ones. the soft but noticeable difference between pale white skin and a tanned caramel dotted with freckles looked like roman’s world under the warm glow. slowly, virgil wakes and buried his head further into roman’s shoulder.
roman can feel his mouth open to speak in the lovely cracked morning voice against his skin and he waits. waits to hear a soft ‘good morning’ or possibly ‘i love you’ come from cracked lips. and virgil says something,
“roman, you have morning breath and it smells gross.”