i like purple and yellow my favourite number is 24 i ate a carrot yesterday ask to follow, i.c.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Not today Justin
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todays bird

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i don't do bad sauce passes

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taylor price

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trying on a metaphor

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Misplaced Lens Cap

blake kathryn
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@fakeaxe
i like purple and yellow my favourite number is 24 i ate a carrot yesterday ask to follow, i.c.
But understanding is also about respect, that maybe sometimes our role is to respect that which we cannot know.
The Beginner’s Guide: This Is Not For You - by Grace Lee / What’s So Great About That?
can’t think of a good caption
“Leisure, Hannah, Does Not Agree With You,” Hannah Gamble
i lvoe hello charlotte sm
Everything I want to be.
waterproof watches sold in bags of water, and you get to keep the water
this is not true. i purshased one of these watches and as soon as i removed the watch from the liquid an operative in a suit approached me and forcefully repossessed the water. i tried to drink what i could but he was strong and i was weak
They take me deeper and deeper
The Beech Alley, Hidcote Manor, Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire, England
via Bertie Bainbridge
*unable to ask if you want to get food with me* do you have any plans for what happens if you get hungry?
James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.
"That I have experienced my share of traumatic experiences, have survived abuse of various kinds, have faced near death from accidental circumstance and from violence (different as the particulars of these may be from those around me) is not a card to play in gamified social interaction or a weapon to wield in battles over prestige. It is not what gives me a special right to speak, to evaluate, or to decide for a group. It is a concrete, experiential manifestation of the vulnerability that connects me to most of the people on this earth. It comes between me and other people not as a wall, but as a bridge."
Olúfẹ́mi O. Táíwò, Elite Capture, 2022
Alexander Dashevskiy - Forgotten Memorial (oil on canvas, 2013)
“What will be the worst outcome, I wonder, when I get to the end of my journey? If I come to the heart of Eskew, and am told that all my suffering was only a test, and I have been found worthy, and I am led into some room where my hand is shaken and my back is patted and we all laugh about how it played on camera? I think it might be better to come to the heart, and learn the opposite; that my unworthiness was exactly what led me here, that this is punishment of a cosmic sort, and I will never be free, because I can never be better… That’s something to cling to. To revolt against.”
— I Am In Eskew, Episode 19: Bug
imagine if instead of it being called a sip it was as called a suck. can I have a suck of water? 🤨
imagine an expanse of graves spanning miles and miles, too many miles for you to traverse
they dont make romances like this anymore
please go read the semi-anonymous author of I Am Eskew’s blog post about The Haunting of Hill House it’s so good and it’s a wonderful insight into his own work as well as Shirley Jackson’s
“In much of I Am In Eskew, I’m really working through my greatest fear; that what I’m hearing and seeing is not what other people are hearing and seeing.
I guess you could call it a fear of madness, but I do think it’s more than it; it’s the terror that my own sensations can no longer be trusted, that I will have no way of confirming them with others. A fear of isolation from the rest of human experience.
(…)
The ending [of The Haunting of Hill House], when it comes, is as inevitable as it is awful, and it comes from a place of anxiety I understand all too well: the fear of someone who’s always considered themselves broken, then finds a group that finally seems to accept them.
The constant anxiety, the constant terror, that comes with the hope of becoming ‘normal’.
Can I find a place where I belong? Can I find people who I belong to? Can I ever really trust them when they say that they understand me?
And when they try to leave me, how can I make them stay?”