simuran:

luceirosdegolados:

textpostscymraeg:

wizard-council-bureaucrat:

Everybody STOP having a crisis, it’s now tea time

☕️☕️☕️🫖🍵🍵🍪

Pause all dread an catastrophe to have a cuppa and some cookies for the next 15-30 minutes

This is a wizard spell

Pawb STOPIWCH fod mewn argyfwng, mae'n amser te rŵan

☕️☕️☕️🫖🍵🍵🍪

Rhowch saib ar bob ofn a thrychineb er mwyn cael paned a bisgedi am y 15-30 munud nesaf

Mae hwn yn swyn dewin

Rapazada PARADE de ter unha crise, agora é a hora do té.

☕☕☕🫖🫖🍵🍵🍪

Toda catástrofe e anguria queda en pausa pra nós tomar unhas taciñas e unhas bolechas os próximos 15-30 minutos.

Isto é un feitizo.

Всем ВЫЙТИ из кризиса, настало время чая

☕️☕️☕️🫖🍵🍵🍪

Поставьте всю жуть и катастрофы на паузу, чтобы выпить чашечку и поесть печенья в следующие 15-30 минут

Это волшебное заклятье

fuckyeahchinesefashion:

OP: Now I understand why people in old times loved visiting lantern festival so much. I recreated the shrimp lantern for yuanxiaojie/ lantern festival in Song dynasty and Ming dynasty. It can be folded, unfolded, and even moved.

bebs-art-gallery:

Christmas Eve at the Grave (1896) by Otto Hesselbom ❅ New Year’s Night (1984) by Sergei Andriyaka

lifeinpoetry:

Late at night I check my phone again and again for new messages.       I bloody

my lip        and lose the glitter of myself between my teeth.           I am the wrong

kind of ugly       I know            but this isn’t a negotiation.

— E. Kristin Anderson, from “Even in the Monotony of Hallucination I Know to Believe in the Evil of Men,” published in Peach

cosmicnomad:

“For some reason, we are truly convinced that if we criticize ourselves, the criticism will lead to change. If we are harsh, we believe we will end up being kind. If we shame ourselves, we believe we end up loving ourselves. It has never been true, not for a moment, that shame leads to love. Only love leads to love.”

— Geneen Roth
(via cultivating-kindness)

godscasket:

godscasket:

living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope

me:

the hare staring at me from across the field: which one of your lives is this?

me, legging it: okay tea time i think

feministism:

gothiethefairy:

gothiethefairy:

lol, what if peter b complains about him and noir being the “oldest” in the spidey group

and noir says in his deep fucking nicolas cage voice, “actually, i’m nineteen.”