
blake kathryn
Jules of Nature
The Bowery Presents

tannertan36
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cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
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titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day
art blog(derogatory)

Andulka
trying on a metaphor

#extradirty
ojovivo
Fai_Ryy
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★

izzy's playlists!
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happy pride to the boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that mr the killers had in February of last year
reblog to blow up a transphobe
Peepaw needs his porch time
Ugh remember modern setting Gale? I'm afraid it had to be done again
—I’ll settle for the ghost of you…
Provoke the blade and suffer its sting 🗡️
So beautiful
“is hannibal… in love with me?” bitch arent you a profiler
Don't worry, I'll be so good to him he won't be in despair much longer.
draw your character in this top challenge but it’s Padme because she INVENTEd this look
Grogu by Peach Momoko
Do you block people in the same fandom as you just because you don't like their takes?
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I miss these boys 🌸❤️
Collected some Gale sketches and made the upper one today, cause I needed to draw something on my numerical analysis class to avoid going crazy. Xd
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.
Beautiful.
poncho for the wizard 💜✨