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"I would be lost without you, Tamacti." "How so very sad for both of us."

#she watches #see #see apple tv #maghra kane #tamacti jun #hera hilmar #christian camargo #THAT TAMACTI AND MAGHRA HUG #i cried #again

lleyksie

brown bear, black bear

#art

kyleesarthell

Struggling recently with gender stuff, needed some positivity for the soul

#art

apoemaday

Porch Swing

by Joanna Klink

And to have come this way for nothing. To see my own skin’s shallow glow against the cool wood of the porch swing, holding out my arms. The breezes I created leaning back into me. I was swinging against the empty day, against the rain’s copper pitch, against summer. Someone banged out piano scales and I swung against them, the lack of silence. I was a guest in that house, feathering shapes in my head out of snow, a quiet above the porch-boards emptying through meadows and rose windows. Sun fell like mist from an opening in the clouds above farmlands, the hills sometimes lifting like waves. I was host to disappointments that were not mine. I watched a few weeds glint in the woods, felt dry lilacs browning, was unseen minister to stray things that could resist blurring. Wet leaves against water. Glass bowls by the high windows. But now these are dreams, they are plain tombs.

Why such painstaking care in sitting on a swing — breathing, as if I could float back into the precision of myself within the white hours of afternoon, hung from clean beams by chains made stiff by rust. Their cold metal links turning warm in my palms. Have I not changed at all, folding my legs beneath me, bracing for the next unspoken need, the blind demand to stand and shoulder what I had no hand in creating. The sound of windchimes beaten gold.

Love is quiet. Something that is not love barrels over it. But I know who I am, I know that I live, I can touch what I’ve lost. The farmhouse is gone, the people who lived there have gone. When I trail a wrist through the air the air feels branched and altered, the soft wrens shatterproof. We could have tried to see one another as separate.

#she loves words #bracing for the next unspoken need

melsglasses

mmmm lavalamp

pick up the pieces 🪞

In an ancient forest, shallow pools reflect not the trees above, but a luminous city of elsewhere.

legrange-5

Went into the notes to see if anyone else was saying it

#art

tatumsdrawing

On the clock too

#gachiakuta fanart #<3

plumebeat

the pitt women sketch dump

#the pitt fanart

puppydogwhitaker

robby starting to have conversations with mel AND samira and just walking away before he reaches a conclusion, right as they admit to feeling isolated and unsure…

robby has completely divested his responsibility in these people’s futures. he shows almost no care towards them continuing in the field or maintaining a support network. similarly to his completely shallow debrief of louie’s death with dennis earlier in the season, he doesn’t attempt true connection with anyone this season.

compare this with his investment in collins’ mental health in season one. compare this with him devoting whole conversations to make sure dennis was alright and asking dana to keep an eye on him. compare this to robby going out of his way to assure trinity she was supposed to report langdon.

it’s such a stark difference. his character is devolving before our eyes.

#it hurts honestly #the pitt spoilers #the pitt season 2 #she watches