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skeletomez

weirdness-is-good

whunt

me on days when i’m in the lab doing gruesome medical experiments on human subjects

jacob-the-gun

Today is the only day you can reblog this.

marlinspirkhall

Nothing quite like seeing this on my dash on both April 10th and October 4th

valtsv

so it turns out that climbing onto a rooftop in the middle of the night does solve all your problems, but i failed to consider that it would create a brand new one

valtsv

yes

orpheuslament

is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

everythingever

the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

annispillowfort-deactivated2025

The Pomegranate’s Oath

Beneath the ancient, gnarled tree,

Where roots twist like fate’s decree,

A pomegranate split in two,

Its crimson seeds like drops of dew.

Each seed a promise, rich and bold,

A story whispered, long retold,

Of love that blossomed, fierce and bright,

Yet burned within the starless night.

I gave my heart, as fruit to feast,

You were the harvester, I the beast.

Your hands were tender, yet they tore,

A sacrifice none could ignore.

For love is sweet, but never tame,

Its roots entwined in joy and shame.

The pomegranate bleeds to grow,

Just as our hearts must break to know.

You asked for all, my very breath,

I gave you life, and tasted death.

No miracle, no gods replied,

Just silence as my soul complied.

Yet here I stand, with hands now stained,

By love that thrived, though unrestrained.

The seeds we sow are not in vain—

Each sacrifice begets its gain.

So take this fruit, this bitter prize,

And hold its weight before your eyes.

Know love’s not fair, but always true,

And in its depths, I’m bound to you.

it-was-real-for-me

yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when

ribassstuff

"Nestled in the majestic Himalayas, Dehradun shines as a city of serene beauty. Surrounded by lush green valleys, ancient temples, and vibrant culture, this Himalayan Gem, where nature's beauty knows no bounds"

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