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miss-celestia13 · 12 hours
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Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Breaker of Chains, the Mother of Dragons.
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miss-celestia13 · 2 days
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Hello, I wrote a little something. It’s very short, but at least I wrote it. I had this idea of short stories about people’s lives. I’ll probably post something new... someday.
Glimpse of a life - RAIN
The droplet were falling from the grey sky, crashing loudly on the roof. She closed her book and left it on the coffee table, then grabbed her mug of tea before heading to the window. She opened it, placing her hand outside to feel the fresh air caressing her skin. A sharp contrast with the warmth of the goblet she was holding. Rain, carried by the wind, was piercing through the porch and tickling her fingers. She liked this weather. It eased her, comforted her. She hadn't felt at peace since a long time.
The smell of the water on the asphalt of the terrace filled her nostrils, reminding her of the perfume of the city, in her former life.
Here, everything was so much quieter, vivid and real. She watched a bumblebee bravely flying away from the porch, facing the heavy rain to return to the nest. A ladybug climbed up the glass of the window to find shelter inside the house. She had always felt connected to nature, but life had decided otherwise and she had forgotten this part of herself when her job drowned her with responsibilities.
She tried, she really did, fighting to fit this mold, to play a game she knew she would lose. She followed all the rules, though. She got her degree, got a job, got married, bought a way too small apartment with her spouse, she even tried to make a child! This is when things got complicated. This is when they stopped talking, when problems arrived, when the doctors said they couldn't be parents. Not like this, at least. So they gave up, without even agreeing or arguing about this. She couldn't say if she was relieved or sad. She couldn't say if she would have regrets when she'd be older. She just let her life past, as if nothing happened.
But this morning, everything had changed. She was facing the mirror, spreading her anti-age cream all over her face, when she heard the front door closing with a loud thud. Her husband had left without saying goodbye, just like every morning. She'd looked at herself and felt disgusted. How did she let that happen? When did she become this sour middle-age woman, wearing this stupid suit, wearing this fake pinched smiled that had created deep wrinkles she was trying to reduce with anti-age cream? This wasn't her!
She felt like waking up from a nightmare, a very long nightmare. She opened the tap, washed her face and passed comfortable clothes. She grabbed the bag she had packed years ago after an umpteenth fight - perhaps the fact she never took the time to unpack it, should have been the signal she wanted to leave long ago - and left a simple note on the counter top of the kitchen. No explanation, just facts. They never really communicated after all, so why would it change now? He just needed to know she wouldn't return.
When she got in her car, she turned off her phone. She wouldn't call the office either. She started the engine and drove. She knew the way. Adrenaline ran through her veins and she felt as if life was slowly regaining control of her body again. She drove without stopping for hours. She wasn't tired, she was excited by her choice. It was reckless, but it was the first thing she did for herself. She no longer followed the rules, she was being selfish, for her own happiness.
She arrived in the early afternoon. The place hadn't changed since her childhood. It was the same small cottage surrounded by this huge garden her Grandmother had created. She was like her, she prefered animals to human. They were honest and simple. She didn't need to wear a mask next to them. She could be herself. Her Granny taught her everything she needed to know about wild life. How to grow plants and flowers, how to live in harmony with animals that human called pests. How ridiculous it was! The world was dying but it was foxes' fault?
She shook her head and took a sip of her beverage. She had a lot to do here. She intended to re-open her Grandmother's flower shop. She had saved enough money and would use it to realize her childhood dream.
The weather got worse, but it didn't bother her. The sound of the rain was still better than the silence that reigned in her life for too many years. She smiled. It took her twenty years to have the courage to do what she wanted, but now, here she was. She found where she belonged, her safe place, and life could really begin.
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miss-celestia13 · 4 days
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I’m bored and nosy. Please reblog this with the book you’re currently reading.
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miss-celestia13 · 4 days
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“Living with anxiety is like being followed by a voice. It knows all your insecurities and uses them against you. It gets to the point when it’s the loudest voice in the room. The only one you can hear.”
— healthyplace
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miss-celestia13 · 4 days
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miss-celestia13 · 4 days
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I painted Dragonstone!
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Original and prints available in my etsy!
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miss-celestia13 · 4 days
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Ain't nothing like getting back to yourself after going through some shit.
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miss-celestia13 · 6 days
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“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.”
— Unknown
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miss-celestia13 · 6 days
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DAENERYS TARGARYEN + BEST BOY ↳ game of thrones s01e10
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miss-celestia13 · 6 days
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alright two days in what song off ttpd is YOURS 😤
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miss-celestia13 · 6 days
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I had to draw him bc I need him so bad ... pls enjoy
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miss-celestia13 · 7 days
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Secret to getting to know other fans on tumblr is reblogging. This sounds like a trap to get you guys to reblog art and fics and gifs which yes that’s an added benefit but also the way you get a feel of followers or mutuals is the little comments in the tags of a post like subtle little whispers and you start to recognise names like oh that’s the one who’s always nice to artists or that’s the funny one or maybe they have a funny queue pun tag or maybe there can be a little prev tags interaction like that’s how you start creating your own little likeminded souls club here. Also you get to put pretty art and fics and gifs on your blog
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miss-celestia13 · 7 days
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I'm not going to fall in love in episode 1 this time
I'm not going to fall in love in episode 1 this time
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I'm not going to fall in love in episode 1 this time
I'm not going to fall in love in episode 1 this time
I'm not going to fall in love in episode 1 this time
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miss-celestia13 · 7 days
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And I'll read 1,000 more!
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“If it’s both terrifying and amazing then you should pursue it.”
— Erada
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WHO NEEDS MIDDLE BITS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ✨ 𝒔 𝒄 𝒆 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 ✨
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miss-celestia13 · 7 days
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“You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay. There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.”
— Unknown
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