forehead-promise:

khymeera:

dingoat:

Still hurts, but enough time’s passed for me to get out this bit of catharsis. I miss my kitty.

I’m not crying, you’re crying

morcante:

“And where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young maidens you always come to? How dare you! How dare you come to me now, when I am this!”

The Last Unicorn (1982)

Art by Morcante

stevetopsbuckysbottom:

jim-kirk:

parallel universe

noun.

any of a hypothetical collection of undetectable universes that are like our known universe but have branched off from our universe due to a quantum-level event.

@fightmebucky

lothlenan:

“Dear, sweet Littlefoot… I’ll be with you, even if you can’t see me”

“What do you you mean I can’t see you? I can always see you.”

“Littlefoot, let your heart guide you. It whispers…so listen closely.”

Mother? Mother??

phoenyxoftheashes:

phantommadness:

It’s okay I didn’t need my heart

(Credit to monsieur.of.masks on IG)

I’m not crying, you’re crying

hiddenpolkadots:

can i just be in my head with you?

stutterhug:

Just Like the First Time.

For You, Anything

fancybrantze:

The third lesbian fairy tale for @blimeyhermione, loosely based on The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen. See the other two here and here.

She stood in the water up to her knees and refused to go further. Anahita searched the waves for a familiar break in the crests. She felt her heart thrum against her chest, trying not to panic. She would be here soon. It was almost sunset and she shivered with anticipation. A dark strand of hair whipped around her and she quickly tucked it back into her braid. She closed her eyes and sent out a whisper of Power once more, calling her beloved to her. Coralin. She felt it ripple indistinctly across the waves away from her. Coralin. Anahita opened her eyes.

A beautiful, grinning face looked at her across the water. It was dusted with freckles (Anahita simply knew this, even though she couldn’t see them from such a distance) and framed by thick curly black hair. Coralin had come. Anahita watched as Coralin dove in the waves again and again; each time she resurfaced, she was closer. Coralin’s fins, a bright red matching the coral she was named for, were powerful as she glided through the water. She stopped, treading water, ten feet away from Anahita and smiled.

“Come on in. The water’s divine,” she called, her dark eyes laughing and her fins twitching to the surface. She splashed water at Anahita. Anahita shivered and took a step back as the water hit her. “For me?” Coralin wheedled, swimming another stroke forward.

Anahita sighed, “For you? Anything.” And she stepped further into the water. Her stomach climbed higher and higher into her throat as she felt the panic that the water always brought her. It was up to her chest and she felt her lungs constrict. She took another shaking breath.

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viftion:

jen-jen-rose:

In honor of my dog who passed away.
we experienced a lot of the same things together, so I wrote this to be read in either her, or my perspective.

I’m actually crying really really hard