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Heres mine!!

I love all things spooky and strange, but what does your Pokemon team look like? 💕

@porcelanitaa @local-lover-boy @moongasux @mintyscuriocabinet

@thelovelydragonleelee @aloe-emo @one-princess-revolution @pixo0

@k1-2-ur-heart @morbiidseclusion @toxetta @bitter---wing

@sojirai @angelic-odette @teethcrunchrr @bjorksversionsworld

@cuppa-coma @puppetdyke @sunfl0wersapphic @warmestshrine

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Puppy feels a bit bored. How do other creatures or critters have fun?

I’d love to be outside, but unfortunately I still have way too much snow. So what are some fun indoor activities?

Hello dearest critters-

How do you (literally anyone, moots, strangers, etc) view me? What is the vibe of the account/me?

Im just trying to figure something out that im curious on :)

Is it a hyperfixation or a kin? Tune in at 10 to see what the answer is!! /j /silly

(Am I vampire kin? Or do I just really like vampires right now?)

EVERY GIRL IS A MISSING PERSON

I wanted to go out soft, undone at the seams (no stitches, no staples, just silk & surrender)—wanted to be so lovely they couldn’t look away. My mother said I was fragile but she didn’t mean it like glass—she meant I looked like something that could starve in the wrong hands (she meant don’t let them touch you).

I kept secrets under my tongue—names, dates, dosages—small enough to swallow but heavy enough to drown in. I pressed flowers into my notebooks, but they always rotted (always turned black around the edges). I liked the smell.

In school, I learned about animals that eat their young. Mercy, the teacher called it, but I saw the way she flinched. What’s softer than survival? What’s prettier than a girl who disappears just in time?

I wrote letters I never sent, folded them small enough to slip between teeth—I wanted to leave them something [a word, a bruise, a map]—wanted them to know I was never sorry. I picked out dresses for the burial (blue like veins, pink like gums) & practiced lying still.

I always knew how it would end—knew the shape of it, the temperature, the weight. What’s one girl in a world full of them? What’s one more name carved into stone?

<3

Be gay, trans, and alive

*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

oh no

Reblog to put mutuals in the fish cube

May Sarton, The House by the Sea