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Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending and the World Goes On
Free Ornamentation IV. This work is dedicated to the public domain đ
I turned them into individual transparent pngs if anyone wants those premade!
(Op lmk if you want me to take this down, I'd totally understandâon the other hand, I'd love to do it for the other public domain pieces you've done if that's ok!)
âMaybe in another lifeâ but I wanted it to be this one
I saw an âOC Red Flag Bingoâ floating around but it was not toxic enough for my needs so I decided to make my own LMFAO Feel free to use, but please credit me and link back to the original! :D (And @ me if youâd likeâIâd love to see how bad your OCs can be!)
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Maria Gray, âI May Be Stupidâ
Greenland Polar Iceberg Travel
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@jimphelps
The Double (2013)
Director - Richard Ayoade, Cinematography - Erik Wilson
âI donât know how to be myself. Itâs like Iâm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I want to be versus the type of man I actually am and I know that Iâm doing it but Iâm incapable of what needs to be done. Iâm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me.â
LI HUI
My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. Itâs Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, âHow tall are you?â In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish youâd said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before. Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know itâs hard to believe, but I promise itâs the truth. I promise one day you will say it tooâ I canât believe I ever thought I could lose you.
love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson
george jensenâ bangle by astrid fog
The Aristocats 1970, dir. Wolfgang Reitherman
"You love each other, you do, and there's the tragedy: it's not enough."
Claudia + Louis
"Deathless", Catherynne M. Valente / "On Fire", Beau Taplin / I Know, Fiona Apple / "Questions About the Father", Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers / "Initial Meeting", N.M. Sanchez / "The Pale King", David Foster Wallas / Die Your Daughter, Susannah Joffe