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zegalba · 22 days
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Aron Wiesenfeld: The Pond (2023)
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petaltexturedskies · 8 months
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Mary Oliver, from felicity; "the pond"
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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— The Pond, Mary Oliver
[text ID: August of another summer, and / once again / I am drinking the sun / and the lilies again are spread / across the water.]
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landschaftsmalerei · 5 months
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Der Teich, 1853 von Henri Joseph Harpignies (1853, Öl auf Leinwand)
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tubbolul · 8 months
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Tubbo good news! I talked to Quackity about wedding stuff and it- it actually went really well? - @latenightmining
awww really!!! what’d he say??
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kedreeva · 7 months
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Someone said they enjoyed the sounds out by my pond at night, so I recorded a minute of it. It's mostly the sound of water falling into water and singing crickets and frogs, and the wind rattling through the late summer leaves.
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msvhs · 7 months
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Mary Oliver
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themelodyofspring · 6 months
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17.09.2023
Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another.
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tablepanic · 4 months
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I would stand in the autumn cold. The slime around my wellies. I just had to wait and it would come. I called it the alone. For that is what it was.
I mean Ralph was no help at all, fucking god knows who down in London. But I had the pond and The Alone.
The water ripples and bubbles.
Its here. I involuntarily shiver. Wet between my legs already. I call it coo-ing softly.
Tentacles rise from the silty water. I pull my coat open. As usual I have only my underthings on. It slithers up my thigh. Here's the odd thing though, it is warm. And slick, soaking through my white stockings and into my knickers. I groan as it touches me. My cunt. My arse. Just rubbing me where I need it. I moan again. A tentacle around my waist now, soaking wet heat through to my skin.
I start to shake, my orgasm rising, trembling in the water and mud. I gasp, swearing as I come, but as if to smother my moans a tentacle wraps around my mouth. I lick it. I have never done this before. It tastes curious. A mix of sweet and earthy. The tip presses between my lips. I push my tongue to it. And it pushes into my mouth, warm and hard. I forget about my coat, dropping it's tails into the water and hold the tentacle as it thrusts into my mouth as it continues to rub and suck at my cunt and arse. And now deeper. Tears prick in my eyes. I start to come with the depravity of it all again.
It pulls out of my mouth, slime an ooze dripping down my chin onto my chest. I gasp, splutter wanting more. I stare down the wet material of my vest clinging to my tits. I am a mess. And I am cross.
"Well was that it then? Is that all I get?
A tentacle flails, slapping my tits. I gasp, shocked. Covering myself with my hands. A tentacle yanks my hand up out of the way and pins my hand behind my back. It flails striking me again. And then again. Desperate I yank and rip my vest and bra away baring my wet, reddened breasts. I am panting. Cheeks flushed. I hear myself saying:
"again"
And again it beats me, my tits slick with slime and as it thrusts into my mouth again. I take it, willingly, eagerly, moaning and gurgling like a London slut, almost unable to breathe. The slaps are hot and heavy, leaving me tingling. Tentacles suck at my cunt, and imam cumming in a surge of orgasm barely able to recognise the gagging, choked noises i am making as my own. It pulls out of my mouth, it's thick ooze and slime dropping from my mouth and chin onto my ruined beaten breasts. I revel in my decadence.
My voice is barely a rasp when I speak and I am reaching to put the tentacle back in my mouth as I say : "fuck me".
Rising from the water tentacles push into me. All at once. Into my cunt, my arse. Opening me up. I hear myself telling it to fuck me harder. Telling it to fuck me like the slut I am. To hit me again. To Fuck me however it likes as I pull myself open for it, as more tentacles slither and push themselves into my cunt and arse, slick with ooze. Until I am silenced by that delicious hot tentacle filling my filthy mouth. I am gagging, demented, depraved, pushing and bucking my wet hips as I am fucked. It is slapping my slime covered tits in slow, heavy blows. Fucking my mouth, my throat, pushing deeper into my cunt and arse, filling me with in a slow throbbing rythm. It's all too much and I am cumming repeatedly, unable to think beyond the surges of orgasms, that ripple and then cascade through my body. It doesn't stop. But I am not ruined enough yet. Through bruised, reddened lips I ask for more.
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filmap · 1 year
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An Affair to Remember Leo McCarey. 1957
Opening Titles Schlosspark Charlottenburg, 14059 Berlin, Germany See in map
See in imdb
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androgynarcissus · 10 months
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oh yeah my favorite character uhhhh [squints at writing on my hand] vincent fazbear
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petaltexturedskies · 8 months
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But just now it is summer again, and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire close, close to one another,
Mary Oliver, The Pond
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arcanespillo · 6 months
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THE POND, by Louise Gluck
when you look that way i want to touch you, but do not, seeing as in another life we were of the same blood
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dont-eat-lint-rollers · 6 months
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how did jaylen react to blaseball ending. how did she cope. one moment shes vaulted and unstable and may never see anyone she cared about again and the next everyone is freed from playing blaseball including her. surely thatd kinda fuck you up after months of separation and fear right
edit: hi theres a lot more of you than i expected. uh. i do commissions. sorry our budgets been shit for like 2 months im kinda desperate rn
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abellinthecupboard · 7 months
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The Pond
August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life. Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing. A little thanks from every throat would be appropriate. This is how it has been, and this is how it is: All my life I have been able to feel happiness, except whatever was not happiness, which I also remember. Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another, Soon now, I’ll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I’ll be singing.
— Mary Oliver
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tubbolul · 8 months
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(ranboo peeks his head into the mansion. he has dirt on his face and hands.) tubbo? hey i'm back! i hurried! - @latenightmining
RANBOO! halloooo. why are you covered in dirt
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