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goldenpinof · 16 days
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let me go for yours
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1-gelincikk · 2 years
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Akşam yemeğim😍😋🥰🍇🫐🍓🫐🍓🍇
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thrassisfras · 1 month
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I dont see evil or greed when I look at Boromir. I see someone tired and desperate, and I see Sauron feeding on that.
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glimmerofawesome · 2 years
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siyahinbeyaziii · 1 year
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Vaktimi Boşa Harcamamalıyım Kitap Okumam Gerekkk
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elicatkin · 11 months
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morickkk · 4 months
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Merry new year have some of my fav grian skins + " Giran "
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bigfatbreak · 5 months
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Hi, I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your Viceroy AU, and if I may ask, what was Wang's reaction when Sabine died? Did he considered to have her buried in Shanghai? She was his sister, after all...
to be honest, no one took Sabine's death well. Sabine's will involved her being cremated, and she requested for some of her ashes to be transported back to Shanghai for her family. The rest are in an urn in the Dupain-Cheng household.
As adults, Sabine's and Tom's families did their best to hold up well, not for themselves, but for Marinette, who was so inconsolable about her mother's death, both sides of the family were concerned she was going to literally die of heartbreak.
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marzipanandminutiae · 6 months
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as a woman who grew up with an emotionally abusive mother constantly telling me I needed to wear more makeup/more revealing clothing/date (boys) more/go out to "normal" parties more, I despise "she should be at the club"
god forbid some people- especially young women, who already have to deal with a thousand different behavioral standards from a thousand different directions -not have the same dreams and desires for their lives as you do for yours
fucking hell. the correct response to "women should stay at home and have kids and be submissive wives" prescriptivism was not MORE PRESCRIPTIVISM
(I also just saw a poll asking if people partied as teenagers, and OP responded that the answers were "killing them" because No was winning. like? why is everyone so personally invested in other people having a very specific kind of fun?)
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goldenpinof · 10 months
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small daddy steps
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Beef: I ask for the payment ahead of the time, because I have trust issues with you
Iskall: Why would you have trust issues-
Beef: I don't know, I am standing in a giant trust issue right now
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lilidawnonthemoon · 2 months
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glimmerofawesome · 2 years
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alirienn · 6 months
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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 7 months
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bad metaphors about maps
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A <[email protected]> - 9/25/20 3:21 AM
to Henry
h,
i have had whiskey. bear with me.
there's this thing you do. this thing. it drives me crazy. i think about it all the time.
there's a corner of your mouth, and a place that it goes. pinched and worried like you're afraid you're forgetting something. i used to hate it. used to think it was your little tic of disapproval.
but i've kissed your mouth, that corner, that place it goes, so many times now. i've memorized it. topography on the map of you, a world i'm still charting. i know it. i added it to the key. here: inches to miles. i can multiply it out, read your latitude and longitude. recite your coordinates like la rosaria.
this thing, your mouth, its place. it's what you do when you're trying not to give yourself away. not in the way that you do all the time, those empty, greedy grabs for you. i mean the truth of you. the weird, perfect shape of your heart. the one on the outside of your chest.
on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing.
if i could spread it out on my desk, i'd find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i'd smooth it away and you'd be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i get the nomenclature now - saints' names belong to miracles.
give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there's so much of you.
fucking yrs,
a
p.s. wilfred owen to siegfried sassoon - 1917:
And you have fixed my Life - however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.
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elicatkin · 2 years
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