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sandsofoneiros · 1 year
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Anyone else attracted to Soap MacTavish?
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iliketheusual · 2 years
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currently waiting for 183 photos to get printed in the drug store because it's the first time in three years and i couldn't wait to get them made
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mars-noms · 21 days
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Leans into the mic
Plush vore
Walks offstage
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satelitis · 11 months
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we ALL know that sirius black is like georgie cooper and has a picture of bon jovi hung on his mirror. bon jovi is sirius fav band. (yes ik bon jovi is in the 80s but whatever time is an illusion anyway)
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mumblesplash · 1 year
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oh my god i found a list of 2021 predictions i apparently wrote on christmas day of 2020 and
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marbledew · 2 months
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so I’ve been learning a lot.
you’ll never see someone’s best. I think that’s actually a really good way to start this. Everyone you see is in some way putting on a show, but nobody’s showing their best. know that
nobody is able to show the peak of their skill or morality. that’s a good start
I’ve learned that lots of thing you’ll see are an act. not because everyone has struggles or something like that you hear all the time
you’ll never really know someone. I think the most I genuinely know about my family is from stories. only stuff that they recall at the dinner table
I don’t know what my aunt or uncle thinks. I really don’t know anything about my cousins
my moms a mystery, my dads a mystery, both my siblings. my living grandparents are mysteries. so are the dead ones, and my grandmas ex-husbands.
i think it’s really interesting in a tragic way how little we know about other people. you will barely know anything about anyone your entire life.
every look into someone else’s world is through a lens carefully crafted by your environment and the act they are putting on. this lens never shatters, and every perception of someone else is heavily diluted
I think it’s really interesting when I find some art depicting soulmates. lovers, friends, family, whatever. no matter their relationship, they are two halves of eachother. they know eachother inside out
but what I really love is when two people sit in silence together. because I think that normally, this is the most you will know about someone. being in the same atmosphere as someone, but sitting in silence, with nothing there, is where you will know them most
you are always changing from who you we last, whether that be years ago or milliseconds. and that moment has these people meeting in their growth.
this is why art is the truest form of communication. instead of serving as a way to send signals between two people, like conversation, it’s an environment. but it’s crafter by one of the people experiencing it.
idk if this sounds like bullshit or not
but when somebody can create this environment, devoid of exterior experiences conducting the growth of a person, they get closer to them. they now have created a point where their paths intersect
i think the best part is art created by someone incredibly distant. the farther the better. this person could be dead for thousands of years and you don’t know their name. but when you experience their art, that is an intersection of your lives
I’ve also learned that times like these are when i need the ability to be poetic, to breathe life into my words beyond the flat purpose of speech to communicate signals
I’m not telling you dinner is ready
i wonder if candid life and creation is the most authentic for a purpose. two cars speeding off into an empty field are less likely to crash then two side by side on an otherwise empty road
if I’m trying to communicate my life to you through art, it won’t create a place for us to intersect. but when it’s 72 degrees out mid afternoon at the beginning of spring, and I begin writing a new book on the bench in the park?
that’s my best work. i described the air a few weeks ago
the fucking air
I’ve written beyond that now, and I’ve written it into what seems to be becoming a novel. it’s not from my perspective, but it is from the perspective of someone growing alongside me
my art is a part of me, a true soul mate
and if someone find it and experiences is, they look into me with a less diluted lens. they see not a fabricated image, and act for an audience, they see a candid glimpse into my life
you will never see someone’s best. or their worst, or anything in between. you won’t feel their grief. we are all living the lives of trains, trains on adjacent tracks, but one that never intersect.
we never truly know someone, and I love that
was this all gibberish?
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italoniponic · 2 years
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based on this post by @mymainwastoocluttered , I'll present you... Azul em um monte de azul
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I made better edits before? maybe, that's questionable tbh
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sleepieseelie · 1 year
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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, tag 10 of your followers (negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
*mario wahoo* ty for tagging me @puuvillaa!!!!
1. Listen by Fickle Friends 2. Pale Rain by imase ft PUNPEE & Toby Fox 3. Monsters by The Midnight 4. Genghis Khan by Miike Snow 5. Brutus by The Buttress
Tagging anyone else who wants to do it but especially @badous and @saucepans
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sapphicgren · 1 year
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Happy birthday beautiful 😍 ♡ I hope you have an amazimg, wonderful day filled with so much love and happiness♡ Hope that this year treats you kinder than last and may so many of your wishes come true♡♡♡
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Oh my goodness Mar! This is so so sweet of you! The fact you made me such a nice card?? With Bokuto on it???
🥺🥺🥺
I love it and you! Please come sit with me and eat some yummy cake 💛
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sandsofoneiros · 2 years
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Things I ponder: Is the reason why Dream looks so close to tears in the series is due to him feeling more than he ever lets on? He can see everyone's dream and I'm certain to feel the emotions that come from them. Not to mention, he doesn't sleep. (I have been told this is canon in the comics. I haven't gotten to that point myself.) Anyways, I'm wondering if he still feels actual exhaustion. The stress of holding everything in and just moving forward.
Let’s not forget Dream is prideful. He wouldn't even ask for help if he needed it. His brother, Destiny has confirmed this. Like Dream would have gotten upset had his siblings come to help because he wasn't able to help himself.
He's so. Ugh. I love him.
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iliketheusual · 1 year
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moving houses is such a raw and violent occurrence to the safety of the home and personal treasures
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apileofmoss · 2 years
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the masculine urge to go by oh so many names
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wackernagels · 2 years
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Nobody is asking but. If I was in a situation where I had to make backstory for characters in cowboy bebop. I would not have made vicious a guy with serious daddy issues who got dragged back into wealth. He gives the energy of the kind of guy whose studio apartment is a war zone. Rei evangelion living space. If you walk in you play hopscotch around the dirty laundry and empty ramen cups and used medical supplies. There are dishes stacked in his sink. Trash bags by the door that he’s meant to take out but still hasn’t. He likes high art forms but it’s overcompensation for the fact that he never had formal education. Has a bad upbringing, maybe was handed off to the syndicate to pay off debts or ran away from an abusive household, and picked up his drug habit from something like that.
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mars-noms · 2 years
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The desire to use a character that was created this evening for the blog
Versus the reality that by doing so, you may link your account back to your main and need to deal with the reality that people now know your interests
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hollowsart · 2 years
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dhfgjdjfsdjsdf I FORGOT THAT’S WHAT THE ROCKET WAS CALLED
Bean-with-Bacon Megarocket..
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