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Variation on Swords I

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I don't know if it's the pink dress that reminds me so strongly of fanart Mercymorn or just some guy holding a cigarette that makes me think of Augustine, but I can never look at this picture without seeing both of them.

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DIRECTOR: Hey Tom Hardy here is some weird shit we're gonna put on your face to hide your beautiful little kissy lips pretty boy mouth

TOM HARDY, ENTIRELY NOT LISTENING BECAUSE HE'S BUSY FORMULATING AN ACCENT NO HUMAN BEING ON EARTH HAS EVER FUCKING HAD: Sure boss

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If what you feel is new, That's just first bloom (Who are you? Where are you growing to?) As you inch towards the clues Bless whatever brings you here and to...

this started off as a quick companion sketch for my Nona (& Friends) playlist, but of course became something much more involved. If she'd had a portable tape player, I feel like Nona might have taken some moments to relax like this.

(fanart for the book Nona the Ninth, from Tamsyn Muir's The Locked Tomb series)

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spuffy

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we need to bring back the word square like i don't think it's problematic that you listen to taylor swift i just kinda think it's lame as hell

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eyes

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Enthralled by the creature of the lake

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LOVE POEM

Sometimes, I wonder if I would know a beautiful thing if I saw it. So often, I was miserable when I was young, even in California with the ocean close and fat seals munching flatfish, tonguing urchins in their molars, sunning themselves pink by the sandy primrose. I ignored the whistle of the rock-faced mountain and her chorus of dry hills, walked past the blazing stars and lemons in dramatic ripe. I was so sad out west. The truth is I am most exquisite on the east coast, meaning I am in rhythm. I do not track the world by beauty but joy. That first bite into the soft carrot of tagine stew while a storm wailed over the East River. The misfit raccoon bouncing on trash bins in Central Park after we saw a Japanese play. We almost crashed a wedding that night at the Boathouse but lost our nerve. We were not dressed for the caper, but even this felt like rogue joy. Yes. It was joy, wasn’t it? Even if it was ugly, it was joy.

MEGAN FERNANDES

#poetry

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at least stewy is gay. its like i always say. at least stwey is gay. at the end of the day. stewy is gay. dont cry ok? stewy is gay. at the end of the day. stewy is gay. whn all else fails. stewy is gay. we'll always have. stewy is gay

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#live love Diet Coke

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This is where you belong. This is where you were meant to bloom. Don't roll your eyes, Galaxy. Not every flower belongs in every garden.

— Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House.

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stewy randomly not beating the gay allegations moments before the finish line

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“Often father and daughter look down on mother together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate”

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#a meal fit for a king

#eating glass as we speak #succession