SunshineDaisies

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
haywirecompass
shymagnolia

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

shymagnolia

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

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thetatteredveil

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

apatheticskeleton

kinds of ppl

colacharm

1: toy stuffing hair and pink lemonade blood, hearts made of old multicolor wiring and tube tv screens flashing behind their eyes.

2: everything is stolen, from their jewlery to their kisses. they leave sparks on the ground wherever they walk. the world burns where they step.

3: baggy sweatshirts and thrift store shoes, tired eyes and graphite stained fingers. they only seem to exist when it’s overcast.

4: they have leaves under their clothes and flowers sprouting from under their feet. their touch is clouds and their words are birdsong and driftwood in a river.

5: the sun shines a little brighter wherever they walk. they’re made of light and summer air and freedom. nothing matters when they smile.

ashetar

OP picked all daywalkers.  These are nice but where are my children of the night?

colacharm

hows this?

6. Dark eyes and a quiet voice like tree roots breaking concrete, but they love like a burning star. Everywhere is home with them but if you break their (fragile) trust their warmth will become a housefire.

7. Laughter and golden crowns and shattered champagne glasses. They have tears rolling down their cheeks but nobody can see them in the low candlelight.

8. Sleepovers where there are violet fairy lights lining the ceiling and kisses shared, reminding eachother to whisper because the door is cracked slightly.

9. Bad luck and darkness follows them wherever they go but their inner light chases the shadows away. They smell like wet concrete and dirt and have small plants sprouting from their hands.

10. Cozy blankets, cozy bed, cozy heart, cozy head. Everything is warm and soft about them. They hug you and you feel like you are melting into them, floating in heavy syrup.