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lilico-co:Flowers and fruits

lilico-co:

Flowers and fruits

floralls:bys.jiezi

by s.jiezi


by s.jiezi


by s.jiezi


by s.jiezi

floralls:

by

s.jiezi

So a few years back, the company POM started following my blog (prob. because I post lots of...

So a few years back, the company POM started following my blog (prob. because I post lots of pomegranate images. I don’t know if they do anymore). BUT I write erotic fantasy romance about Hades and Persephone banging like screen doors in a hurricane. I don’t think they knew what I wrote about, honestly. But from then on, when my friends and I bought POM we would always say…

POM. A family company.™

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flowers-roses:abundance

flowers-roses:

abundance

pri0r:memories:If the groundhog sees @kata-chthonia, that’s 6 more weeks of winter.I’m...

pri0r:

memories:

If the groundhog sees @kata-chthonia, that’s 6 more weeks of winter.

I’m laughing because this is a good thing in this sense

This is perfect.

yeah-yeah-beebiss-1:reminder for all my followers that this blog will not contain screamers,...

yeah-yeah-beebiss-1:

reminder for all my followers that this blog will not contain screamers, misinfo, or other mean-spirited jokes on april fool’s day, because the fact that yall willingly subject yourselves to my content is a cruel joke in itself

spitogata:Ancient Theater of Epidaurus, Peloponnese, Greece

spitogata:

Ancient Theater of Epidaurus, Peloponnese, Greece

Dumb question but as a girl myself I don't like sports because of my chest getting in the way a lot but then I had a thought, spider Gwen needs to do a lot of moving and I have this headcanon now that she went out and just got a lot of sport bras but could

Please don’t send me headcanons.

Please don’t send me headcanons.

Any chance I was ever going to do this has just gone right out the window.

Please don’t send me headcanons.

“I’m not anyone,” Zeus muttered. “I’m her lord husband and more importantly her king. This has to...

“I’m not anyone,” Zeus muttered. “I’m her lord husband and more importantly her king. This has to end.” Her loom was empty. He entered the moonlit courtyard. No Hera. And checked the upstairs gynaikeion. No Hera, again. At least Iris had stopped shadowing him. He couldn’t stand that girl. She possessed all the joy of someone who had shoved an unripened fig up their anus.

The Good Counselor, Chapter 5

by Rachel Alexander