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benayagidenkiz · 15 minutes ago
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Ruhu solmuş bir varlık olarak oradan oraya sürükleniyorum. Öylesine yaşıyormuşum gibi..
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uzaydanseslenenbiri · 22 minutes ago
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Gereksiz pişmanlıklar yaşamamak için insanlarla bir parça mesafeli olmak iyidir.
T.S ELİOT
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maygranted · 30 minutes ago
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the thing about bucktaylor is that i do want them to date but only so they can break up because they'd be the best kind of exes. flirts every time they see each other exes. "been there, done that" with a smug smile when someone points out the chemistry exes. people will be like "oh you two got back together?" when they see them interact and they go "he/she wishes" at the same time kind of exes. i just really want them to be supportive exes who other ppl think are still dating/are dating again when theyre really just friends and will alternate between wingman-ing and accidentally leading ppl interested in the other to believe they're taken. i want that dynamic so fucking badly
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persephonespearls · 33 minutes ago
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Bazen biri beni görsün ve çeksin istiyorum bu kör kuyudan
Bazen de nefret ediyorum başkasına muhtaç gibi hissetmekten...
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ggunebakan · 36 minutes ago
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Öyle özledim ki sana bir şeyler anlatmayı. Bana yol göstermeni.. Yanımda olmanı...
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dorki-c · 39 minutes ago
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HOLY SHIT GUYS: THSI SONG ABSOLUTELY SLAPS HARD! 
Heres the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87yJvnDGSFA 
I promise on my 100 followers that you wont get rick rolled!
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aysusirin · 57 minutes ago
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onbir’ü
Böyle tüm kalbimle sevdiğim çok az insan var, eminim bir çoğumuzun böyle aklına gelince gülümsediği.. İyiliğin tüm vücudunu sardığı çok az kişi var. İyi ki tanıma şansım olmuş seni ve umarım siz benden daha başarılısınızdır onları kaybetmeme konusunda. 🌹
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eflerya · an hour ago
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Sen benden gittin ve ben artık sana değil, senden kalan izlerime ağlıyorum. Eğer bir yerlerden duyarsan gözyaşlarımı, bil ki sana değil. Sen kendini önemli hissetme. Sen yok oldun, sen hatırlanmaya değmezsin. İzlerim kaldı, onlar hep benimle ve acıdıklarını hissettiğim her an ağlıyorum. Ama yine söylüyorum, bil ki ağlamam sana değil.
23 : 38
L. N.
Sadece bu gün hissettiklerim..)
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sakasakiii · an hour ago
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some hurt/comfort poses exploring the different dynamics of some of my fav relationships! 🙇‍♀️ i did a few more of these with non-house of finwe dynamics like tyelpe-annatar, gilgalad-elrond, etc which i might post... eventually lmao 
about the marks/words on maedhros’ back: i hc one of his scars etched onto him by morgoth during his time in angband is nossënahta/kinslayer in quenya... though that’s a shoddy direct translation by me so if it’s linguistically inaccurate pls lemme know !!
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glitterykidkitten · 2 hours ago
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Morgan Freeman çok güzel dememişmi..."Ölmek mi istiyorsun? Git o zaman at kendini denize. 5 saniye sonra hayatta kalmak için çırpındığını fark edeceksin. Sen kendini öldürmek istemiyorsun! Sen içindeki bir şeyleri öldürmek istiyorsun."
Morgan Freeman
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tuttelimden · 2 hours ago
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Kışı yaşar oldum gittiğinden beri gözlerimdeki yağmur dinmedi.🍂
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daily-wangsang · 3 hours ago
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“Could you…” says Huaisang as they dress. “Could you not wear that one?”
He watches Lan Wangji blink, arm still raised where it had been fixing his hair in place with a hair-stick. Slowly, Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow and his fingers tighten around the accessory. He’d always been a little contrary, despite what everyone believes. Always needing to ask ‘why’.
“You don’t have to think so hard. I don’t mean anything by it,” Huaisang says, adjusting the collar of his lover’s robes. “I just think that it doesn’t suit you very well after all. I don't know what I was thinking when I chose it.”
He carefully slides the jade hair-stick out of Wangji’s bun, replacing it with simpler guan; a pale wood with a carved dragon. It had been a gift from Lan Xichen for one of Wangji’s birthdays.
Huaisang tucks the jade one that had been his gift into his sleeve while Wangji still has his back to him. “There,” he says. “Much better!”
He does a quick scan of the room before they leave for the morning meal, ostensibly looking for his shoes, but mostly cataloguing the other items in Lan Wangji’s home.
It would not do to leave behind reminders of his presence for Wei Wuxian to find later on, after all. He would misunderstand.
“Huaisang,” says Lan Wangji, holding out his boots to him.
Huaisang smiles up at him. “Thank you,” he says, ignoring the way it echoes in the aching hollowness of his chest.
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