New On Tumblr - Blog Posts
helloooooo!
Hellooooo, beautiful people!!!
I'm new here. HAHA-
Anyway! I'm not really sure what you're supposed to put in these posts, but I'm just a lil nerd, enjoying my extremely rare pairings for MHA
If you waaant, you could join my shiny-new beautiful Bakugou x Hagakure community! It's just me, guys hahaha—
Anyways, that's all for now! I'm not usually this manic, swear, I just got off classes.
If you waaant, my Ao3 handle is northernmoststar, and I would love so much to hear your thoughts on my silly writing!!
Love you all so much!!
Hugs ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆
Pumpkin time
Toad Inktober 8
My first post on tumblr. Just a drawing of FallenLeaves and HollyLeaf wearing Halloween costumes.
hi Tumblr
This is my first post on this platform, hopefully with many more on their way (mostly arts!) :]
Fun unrelated fact, did you know snails have the highest hibernation time of all animals? If the surrounding climate is too dry for them, they can sleep in their shell up to 3 years in order to survive!
Sooo…I have a tumblr now…have a cute drawing I guess :/
About me in a few words 🥞
She/her, identify as agender though. Pansexual, polyamorous, 22 years old.
I'm into BD/SM (sub). I have way too many kinks to list them here but if you ask me I'll answer 💅🏻
I love foreign languages (parlo l'italiano 🇮🇹, talar svenska 🇸🇪), Scandinavia in general, playing the guitar. And my another biggest passion is playing tabletop RPGs (especially D&D and Vampire the Masquerade).
I really like The Elder Scrolls (Skyrim specifically), Star Trek TOS (1960-s, yeah), Tarantino films, heavy music and many other things.
This blog is 18+ since I may go kinky and dirty.
I'm an easy-going and open-minded person, I'm here to follow my friends (all 2 of them), meet new people and exploring somthing new.
Live long and prosper 🖖🌈
and it pisses me off to not have more than 24 hours in my day. i want to watch every movie that made you feel something, every song that gave you a serotonin boost, every book that broke to make you, every poem that made you fall in love a little more, every fuckin thing you ever laid your eyes on- i want to be a part of that. it pisses me off to not have known you when we both were kids: untainted, innocent, fragile but now that we are older, do you believe me?
Not everyone can afford this madness, i am not tethered to anything, loneliness is a side effect of self medicating,nothing good can come out of infinite apologies;
my tragedy is- my freedom is absolute; it's abandonment at its finest. I am everything my mother warned me not to be.
when my lips touch yours, i rest on your wine breath and you kiss me like it'll be a little death if we stop now. i am a fool for your touch, your subtle laugh when you playfully punch me in the heart. i am a stupid girl in a city that you love and i love the word love because it reminds me of you everytime i say it. Love. Love. I Anna you. Anna. Love. See?
I am autumn in a tropical country.
I struggle with my identity when you paint me all orange and brown from memory. You make me miss a place I have never lived in, a place you had to leave to find me.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
my god is my imaginary friend and i have known him since we were both kids being brought up by distant parents with shaky hands, empty hearts and heavy heads. we taught them compassion as we learnt it.
"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."
-Holden Caulfield
your parched roots are set on my wetland heart, i have fed you well after your teeth sunk into my skin and severed my arteries. there are no good endings.
grenade grudges blow up; and there are two casualties.
my heart is fluent in a tongue my mind can't translate. so i lay still on my bed, experiencing a wildness that can breathe me back to life from beyond my grave. tonight i believe in spirits. maybe i am a ghost when i fall asleep; anything is possible this very moment because it is nothing like the one it succeeds nor like the one it will precede. the future hadn't been created when i wrote the last sentence and now i am in it. Ah, to be alive.
