what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.”
— Fernando Pessoa
They knew exactly what they were doing when they gave a lesbian character rolled up sleeves, fingerless sniper gloves, and a very specialized technical competence.
tlou au, inspired by @/_eclrr_ on twitter
One more of theirs because I'm in love.
ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x01 - “Heavy is the Crown” ↳ "She was a great woman. A good friend. I don't know how we'll face this crisis without her."
The look on Cait’s face right when the coffin is about to close up completely… T_T Every cell of me aches.
I'm sick *cough cough*
"Are you still in this fight, Violet?" "I am the dirt under your nails, Cupcake. Nothing's gonna clean me out."
hmmmmmmm
expanding the kirammountains archive, you're welcome
You know Vi loves seeing them bounce
#subtle foreshadowing?
They knew exactly what they were doing when they gave a lesbian character rolled up sleeves, fingerless sniper gloves, and a very specialized technical competence.
The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don’t even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.
— Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red (translated by Erdağ M. Göknar). (Vintage; December 5, 2006)
Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? Like there is no place and no people for you?