to your gaze
and tell me,
“Baby, looks can kill.”
(I am jealous
of the looks you give
Anonymous said: So I sewed up a squid pillow and let me tell you...I have been placing it in random places in my apartment in different poses for when my apartment is showed to possible renters. Who knew they were so versatile?!
That’s the best use for a squid I’ve heard yet. Excellent! Glad it’s going to good use! Aren’t they so friendly?
thesparkinhereyes said: hi! could you possibly post the template for the squid pillow if you haven't already? Thanks sooo much :)
hopefully that’s readable, if it’s too blurry the original is here :)
For everyone asking for the template, here is part of it! This one shows all the measurements. I’ll be looking for the rest. Thanks to OP for having this image up!!
Here is the squid pattern, for those searching for it!
And here are the instructions
And if any one needs help on these, feel free to ask! I’ve made easily 100 of these guys.
Hmm, make one myself, or just pay the adorable guy in the glasses to do it…
That’s an option too! I promise high quality work. Hopefully my customers can vouch for that!
(And thanks for the compliment, I quite like my glasses.)
Spending your first night sleeping with your s.o. (literally sleeping) is so fucking special
you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and no i’m not saying that because we’re right next to McDonald’s and i’m out of money
I’d rather write “us”
in a crumpled paper,
full of dirt, beaten like a prisoner—
for the strongest winds never falter
or even change its course,
and just like that, I know
we will stay together
even in the roughest moments and days.
I’d rather sing our song
in a desolated place than
in a crowd full of dancing gaze
and mumbling voice of curse and death—
it will only be you and me
who will hear my heart and your heart screaming,
my lungs will never get tired
I’ll serenade your soul under the veracious moonlight.
I’d rather make us feel
the cold breeze if there’s a need
for ardent words can sometimes burn
our skin and sturdy bones,
darling, we can swim in warm and freezing seas
we can spread our wings and fly high and low
trust me I’ll never let go of your hand
we’ll get through the path of spinning arrows and knives.
If our love be defined,
I’d rather not use words
for may it be spoken or written,
they’ll fade together with their glow when we’re old
so I’d rather describe it through the melodious quietness
that sways with the rustling leaves,
digging abyssal holes of perpetual bliss,
we’ll see it, hear it, feel it, even if oblivion baths our gray hair and souls.
— Our Love (EL)