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Mother Mud

I saw a women who came up from the floorboards, from the soil beneath the crawl space of my old creaky home. Nude and streaked in grime she crept along the floor, her hands and feet leaving muddy prints that shone in the static television light. She crept to where a father lay sleeping on the stained lumpy couch. He was not my father, but he was a father.

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my favourite part of the apothecary diaries is jinshi freaking out over maomao's impulsive freaky tendencies (but he's lowkey into that)

jinmao in a nutshell:

The thing about me and Dostoevsky books is that everytime I read (or start rereading) one, I start wanting to read everything he has ever written... all at once.

If that's not a sign of severe mental instability what is?

Summary: Cui Buqu was absolutely, 100% certain that he was above a midlife crisis. Therefore it was profoundly galling when he found himself tipping headfirst into one without so much as a by-your-leave.

(If asked, he would of course blame the whole thing on Feng Xiao. Because it was his fault.

Obviously.)

Oh we’re going there for real! Yoshiki being attached to ‘HIKARU’ because he sees himself in him, identifying with the label “monster” because of his alienation and internalized homophobia from growing up queer in a rural village……!!!

The Summer Hikaru Died art by me so far

it used to be 2007 you know

Pov you live in an old lighthouse by the sea

● you wake up every morning with the sun and the soft crashing waves

● every day the smell of the sea greets you as you drink your tea or coffee in a homemade mug

● you befriend the seagulls and you feed them cookie crumbs as you read an old book about sea life

● you wave at the ships passing by and sent them kisses to protect them from storms

● during thunderstorms you stay inside and knit sweaters for your loved ones while listening to the rain

● sometimes you take walks by the sea and collect seashells the sea gifts you

● you make seashell strings and hang them and they play a sweet melody when it's windy

● you watch the starry sky with your grey cat and the moon smiles at you

● your room is decorated with old maps

● sometimes the sea gifts you things like the steering wheel of a pirate ship that now lays in your bedroom or the old compass of a sailor

Potential Enemies to Lovers pairing

Lighthouse Keepers and Sirens