Claire Keane
oozey mess
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies
Kaledo Art
Discoholic 🪩
cherry valley forever
tumblr dot com
$LAYYYTER
#extradirty
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Mike Driver
roma★
titsay
Not today Justin
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@caliguloves
Yea, no, I'm totally making this blog private tonight and then making a new one that isn't followed by these fucking people. If you want the new one, you should probably say something. I reserve the right to tell you to go away, though. Otherwise... it's been fun.
Yesterday I started to play Sleeping Dogs and Thomas Pendrew seems to be the Illusive Man of this game. I can’t help myself but Pendrew really reminds me of TIM. And he smokes…
AAAHHHH—god dammit. Now I've got Sleeping Dogs in my Mass Effect, and my Mass Effect in my Sleeping Dogs, and what am I supposed to do with all these?
I check my name tags daily. Just to be sure that all my comments have been ignored, I guess? I may leave social media again, but then I will lose what tenuous hold I have on a social life. I have no friends here but Kiwi, and it's really starting to wear on me.
The closing lines of The Great Gatsby handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald under a portrait of him drawn by Robert Kastor.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning — So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
for the record I DO like the Starks and my deepest wish is for Sansa and Rickon to be the ones in charge of Winterfell in the end. I don’t doubt he’ll always have a wild streak in him, much to Sansa’s chagrin u m u He will be too old to be shamed with being forced into the bath but sometimes we do what must be done.
Everything about this ;______; Ugh. I love Sansa so much.
push the sky away.
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you came and I was crazy for you and you cooled my mind that burned with longing
-Sappho, translated by Anne Carson
Enchantment!
Maker, mages and manifestos!
I… Enjoy… Following… You!
If I was a spider right now I’d bite off your delicious head!
Your deep roads are so—so tight!
FOR FERELDEN!
Lick that lamppost! Lick it!
I just made a few more deposits!
Taint! Taint! Taint!...
"The Lannisters send their regards."
chlofun:
Icelandic Magical Staves
Draumstafir - To dream what your heart desires.
“The more they told me: you’re a girl, you can’t paint graffiti, you can’t go to subways, because you’re a girl, you’re a mere female; I had to stand up and just shut them up.” —Lady Pink
Poor rusting pieces of metal
I know that I'm better—I'm better—I'm better off alone.
Game of thrones… Fuck.
Arrested Development. Fuck.
Supernatural. Wait what? Fuck.
Teen Wolf. Well… Fuck.
Hannibal. AHAHAHA. Fuck.
Criminal Minds.
…Well, granted, with some of my friends…
What do artists do all day. (BBC4) Crying at the irony.
Once Upon a Time… so I’mmmmm Red? Or Snow?? Or am I Henry???
DOCTOR WHO
I WIN
