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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Product Placement

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
styofa doing anything

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
hello vonnie
dirt enthusiast
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NASA
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art
will byers stan first human second

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@drjaime
I think jpegs can be fun. Funny... even informative
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
[ Explicit ] [ Archive Warnings Apply ]
“S’not just bites,” Benny’s tongue feels too big for his mouth, uncoordinated in a sleep-drunk haze, “Technically s’not bites at all, just saliva. Gets in your blood. Any fluid works, as far as I know.”
Peach’s spine stiffens along the line of his arm. “Oh,” he says, quietly.
Benny hums noncommittally.
“Heh,” Peach’s boldness weighs uncomfortably over his words, a poorly fitting mask of his usual bravado. He soldiers on regardless, though his voice is faint to Benny’s ears, “I thought you were just scared of blood.”
An extended exploration of grief, love, and queerness after the end of the world.
Set in a zombie apocalypse and featuring fun things like: slowburn through homoerotic arguments, the tragic development of a doomed father/son relationship, way too much research into Jehovah’s Witnesses, and the author’s poorly concealed love letter to his hometown.
I Don't Know
I live in fucking Vancouver now
Canada can't extradite me and my many crimes to the United States, suckers. 😎
extradite this, bitch
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka
Ocean Vuong, "Thanksgiving 2006" from Night Sky with Exit Wounds
poem in which the vulture flees, by silas denver melvin
Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz
[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]
“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”
— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood
from “a hunger like no other” || sk osborn
Mary Oliver, “Dogfish.” Dream Work
“the past is a long wound.”
— The Hands of the Taino, Janet McAdams
The Mountain Goats - Old College Try
“I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.”
— Richey Edwards
Joan Didion, South and West