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really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

genuinely one of the saddest parts of this new era of the internet is how hard it is to rick roll someone now. with people's attention spans shortening so much, they wouldn't even get through the first few bait seconds before clicking off the video. like i saw a comment that ended with "btw i made all of this up" and the replies kept treating it so seriously because none of them finished the entire 4 sentence comment. and We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I (do I) A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

“Margaret Atwood says, “if you get hungry enough (…) you start eating your own heart.” Mine ate me. What does that make of this hunger?”

— i’ll bite the hands that feed me, Grace Moloney

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

home of vanessa bell, english painter and sister of virginia woolf

Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]

きょっちめんてぃ

when i say "romanticise the ordinary" i don't mean "hide all aspects of your life that do not fit under some kind of aesthetic" but rather "strive to find beauty in all the little things because i promise you, happiness can be found everywhere"

whose genius idea was it to mix real life people doing rpgs & character ai on the same platform HELLO I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO A ROBOT i need to kms IMMEDIATELY

I’m obsessed

more coming of age stories where the main character is like 40

i love dropping my pen putting my glasses on my desk and rubbing my face like an exhausted divorced academic in the 1980s who is greying and sexily tousled and has been up for hours digging through the yellowed pages of old obscure treatises about etruscan pots

sorry I can’t be in a situationship. I want to eat each others souls

greetings from…

some more outside drawings! I went to LA for a while

come on brain yip yip

torn between getting a girlfriend and getting really into russian literature. i feel like the two are mutually exclusive somehow

thanks for the spotify link! in a hundred years they’ll cut down a tree with our intials carved into its bark and they’ll wonder why its wood burns so warm

do you ever sit there in your bed with your head in your hands and it's like you can just imagine 9 swords behind you

childhood was painful but at least my brain was underdeveloped enough to keep vibing back then. take me back

There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

engravings by trystan williams