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i think makeup can be artistic expression i also think sometimes people are lying about it being about artistic expression and would in fact be a lot happier if they had never been told they had to wear it
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Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis / Jane Austen
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Salvation was created for sinners. ↳ SUPERNATURAL | 1.21 – “Salvation” (Apr. 27th, 2006)
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another dumb hot take from me: dc should make a green lantern who’s an astronaut. how fucking funny would that be. hal jordan should be an astronaut bc he’s already a pilot and I’m pretty sure that’s something that can help you get into the program and like, imagine being like a green lantern and then getting hired by nasa and they’re like “you’re going to space!” and you literally could fly to space in like a minute on your own but now you’re gonna train for two years to go up in a rocket. also I say hal because I’m just more familiar with his character than the other lanterns but also bc like. I can just picture him going up to the watchtower for some league meeting and being like “GUYS I’M GOING TO SPACE!” and crickets and then someone just goes “who’s gonna tell him” and the backdrop to this is literally a window into space because they’re on a fucking space station
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“But was it really like that? As painful as I remember? Only mildly. Or rather, it was a productive and fructifying pain. Love, thick and dark as Alaga syrup, eased up into that cracked window. I could smell it — taste it — sweet, musty, with an edge of wintergreen in its base — everywhere in that house. It stuck, along with my tongue, to the frosted windowpanes. It costed my chest, along with the salve, and when the flannel came undone in my sleep, the clear, sharp curves of air outlined its presence on my throat. And in the night, when my coughing was dry and tough, feet padded into the room, hands repinned the flannel, readjusted the quilt, and rested a moment on my forehead. So when I think of autumn, I think of somebody with hands who does not want me to die.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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If this pops up while you’re scrolling, I wish you unconditional love and massive success.
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died and came back wrong and no one could tell the difference
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enough coffee shop aus. time for ‘the thing’ aus. they are trapped together at a research station in antarctica. everyone stands around tensely while getting a blood test. somebody’s head turns into a spider.
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vibrating bed and all
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Y’ever read something and have understanding that has eluded you interminably suddenly stop, curl up, and snuggle neatly into a fold in your brain because a new way way opened to it?
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Quick paint as a gift for a friend. Happy birthday @laurefindil-13!
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becoming a monk and marrying God due to tragic and unrealistic desire for a 24/7 sadomasochistic relationship with a morally flawless top
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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"
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You called, you’re on the train, on Sunday, I have just taken a shower and await you. Clouds are slipping in off the ocean, but the room is gently lit by the green shirt you gave me. I have been practicing a new way to say hello and it is fantastic. You were so sad: goodbye. I was so sad. All the shops were closed but the sky was high and blue. I tried to walk it off but I must have walked in the wrong direction.
MATTHEW ROHRER
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