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i feel like bo burnham is a remus lupin variant

flights

to my lovely beloved's (yes you, if you are reading this, you have automatically become elly's beloved!! i don't make the rules, accept the title 🤨 /j).

out of angst, fluff and humour/crack, which genre do you think i write the best? if you are willing to share your opinions, i need to know 😔🥺 you can just tell me the genre itself, no need for elaborations!! but if you have any criticisms, i will appreciate that too hehe my inbox is open like always!🌹

(incoming appreciation speech down below!)

ALSO I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BUT 35 FOLLOWERS??? I AM: CRYING THROWING UP SCREAMING i know it's not a lot but the fact that 35 people find my writing is interesting enough?? NAUR you don't understand, i will treasure you all for life like seriously 🥺 i wish i can talk to every single one of you personally and become moots with everyone, but i am too socially scared 😭✋

so just know, if no one has told you today, elly is here to tell you how much she appreciates your existence and how she's proud that you're still here today!! everyone struggles with their own problems, but the fact that you're still here reading this proves how strong you are, don't you agree? i'm proud of you 💗

MWAH KISSES FOR EVERYBODY GO EAT SOMETHING TODAY IF YOU HAVEN'T GO REWARD YOURSELF 🫂💕

Gai: Hey, um…has anyone ever told you that your mask makes you look like a turtle? Kakashi, now flustered: You…you really mean that? Thanks, you, um…really remind me of a mushroom. Gai: *flustered noises* Genma: What the fuck is going on? Ebisu: I don’t know, but I feel I could write a scientific paper on their mating habits.

trying to figure out how i want to draw carlos’s face while Also still capturing his likeness (it’s hard)

This one’s more blue. Acrylic doodle on 16”x20” oval canvas.

I've spoken to my ex every night since his first day of work...We've spoken over the phone twice. Last night/this morning (from 23.30 to like, 3 ish) and two nights ago from like, 1 am to almost 5... His voice is so damn fucking familiar cuz we used to call at night and when we woke up and he would sing me to sleep and when I've been saying I’m tired...he just sings, really badly (cuz he rlly cant sing that well, but its still so...cute) and like it kinda just hurts but in my mind I'm so tired to even say anything and it just feels so nice and so...normal. My friend asked if I wanted him back and I didn’t know what to say cuz...yeah I do but at the same time I don’t.  Its because I'm so sick of him, but all I want is to be able to fall asleep on his chest, his hand playing with my hair, listening to his heartbeat, tapping my fingers on his chest to the beat of "Bam Bam" by Camila Cabello and Ed Sheeran while its light outside but he has his shutters closed...and its just so peaceful. Just him murmuring that he loves me...and I'm so tired to even take it in but I say it back because that’s how I feel, with my whole heart. I hate that I can remember every single day I spent with him. I miss holding his hand, I miss hugging him and breathing in his scent that I got so damn used to. I miss him, but not in any way you would expect. I miss when he used to come over and mess around with my skateboard in my hallway on the rug. I miss how he would always try to pick me up and that I could feel his arms shaking. I miss him kissing me, how full his lips feel on mine. I miss moments where I would quote something from a show or movie he really liked and how he would kiss me and tell me how much he loved me. I thought I was over him.  I thought I’d be able to talk to him easily without intrusive thoughts. I guess I was really wrong. I even miss our song...