milk tea, whispering to plants, honey bees, reading in a window seat, soft fur, finding a feather, succulents planted in tea tins, the high piano notes played softly, fluffy clouds in a striking blue sky, pastel gel pens, hands covered in dirt, clear quartz, yellow violets, the smell of peaches, colored pencil shavings, a letter from a friend in the mail, bubble baths, white fairy lights, lavender buds, toes in the grass, keeping a journal, waking up early by choice refreshed
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It was kind of funny how one little fact could change your entire worldview.
Adrien liked Ladybug.
Adrien liked Ladybug, and liked her enough that there was a red and black charm on his keychain and doodles of her initials in hearts in his notebook — enough that he went red and starry-eyed and a little bit breathless when he talked about her, his silly, almost sheepish smile joined by heartfelt praises on his lips.
Marinette thought about this as she stared at the back of his head, her face half-buried in her arms and the toll of the past few days of almost non-stop fighting making itself known even through her euphoric excitement.
He liked her.
Well, okay, he liked the brave, strong, perfect version of herself that the mask allowed her to be, but it was still her.
Adrien Agreste liked her.
Marinette squeezed her eyes shut and bit her tongue against the squeal that wanted to escape, muffling the not-noise in her forearms.
In fact, I am in the midst of compiling the world’s first complete account of one day in the life of a town, as experienced by everyone in it. Every action, every conversation, every sound made by each of the one hundred fifty-nine human and three hundred thirty-two animal residents of Cairnholm, minute by minute, sunup to sundown.
After getting not exactly nice anon messages about what I’ve written (and I’m the first to admit it’s not great), I haven’t exactly felt like writing, and I feel like i should apologise that I have. I don’t exactlyhave great self-confidence anyway, so I’m sorry for being a loser.
This isn’t exactly brilliant, AND it’s too long, so I’m sorry. But here it is anyway.
And thank you people who’ve sent me nice messages, I’m going to try and reply to them all tonight, or as many as I can xxx
Waking up with a hangover is never fun. Waking up with a hangover on the couch, the
morning sun burning your eyes, is less fun. Waking up hungover on a couch to
the sound of the cat licking leftover takeaway from a plate, really not fun at
all. But waking up, hungover, sun in
your eyes, neck stiff, to the memory that the person you’ve fallen for is
marrying someone else – someone they don’t love – and that there’s nothing you
can do about it? That’s the worst.
I have talked to many people and done tons of searching to compile a list of all of the things you’ll need for college. My roommate and I have divided some stuff up, especially bathroom stuff. This is all the stuff we are taking to college!
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Bed sheets (2 sets)
Cup for toothbrushes
Shower curtain hooks
Shower curtain liner
Towel rack (over the door)
Hangers (thin hangers)
Pads/tampons (for the ladies)
Retainer (for those who’ve had braces)
Retainer case (don’t forget)
Dresses (I’m taking 3 or 4)
Pajamas (are a MUST)
Panties (15-20 pairs)
Pants (dress pants)
Purse (I’m only taking one)
Robe (a MUST)
Socks (24 pairs)
Workout clothes (in case)
Cup for pencils
(college ruled) paper
Staples & Stapler
Tape & tape dispenser
Broom & dustpan
Tiny Trash Bags
Toilet Bowl Brush
Toilet Bowl Cleaner
Flash Drive/USB/External hard drive
My roommate and I have decided we are going to purchase our own microwave, minifridge, and toaster (instead of renting them from the University).
Please feel free to alter my list for your own personal needs.