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one of my favorite things about a:tla is that everyone knows uncle iroh. everyone. the blind girl you just added to the gang? had tea with him once. that flower seller? yup. your ten-ton six-legged five-stomached flying bison? probably. that girl on the streets of ba sing se? he sent his nephew on a date with her. a whole tribe of thought-to-be-extinct sun warriors? nbd. your cranky waterbending master? they go way back. that dramatic deserter? your bro’s sword instructor? your 112 year old nuthouse friend? the next avatar 54 years later? sure

elemei

dawn atop floodhaven / when the shore loved the sea

#art

nomehablen2

Me: *finds it kind of funny* *finds it kind of sad*

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me at 4 am on a school night

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The Patience Stone (2012), directed by Atiq Rahimi

#the patience stone #golshifteh farahani

dolm

Morocco. Town of Essaouira. “Squala” of the Kasbha. The fortified ramparts with canons of 16th and 17th centuries. 1991. Bruno Barbey.

#places #photography

juyeooon

tiddies? Out

third eye? Open

they were? Roommates

hotel? Trivago

#i hate

timotaychalamet

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

#moonlight #this scene destroyed me thanks

just-shower-thoughts

A person who is nice to you but is not nice to the waiter is not a nice person

thefilmhoardersdiary

#photography

queendaenerys

Now… sink into the floor. Get Out (2017) dir. Jordan Peele

#get out

sanguinifex

What I should be doing: applying to jobs

What I want to do: write a classics-inspired sex epic that becomes extremely famous and controversial and is discussed in college literature programs for centuries

What I actually did today: gave myself a headache playing too much Skyrim

caleforpresident

Excuse my ignorance but where is this? It looks magical.

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Positano, Italy

#places

housmania

Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one and is only seen at 2 am, wandering half-dressed through the streets and muttering in Old High German! Drown your lonely heart in laudanum and die at age 34 of tuberculosis, martyrdom in a small and ill-fated revolution, or wasting away from a disease that makes you look wan but poetic! Forget “forever alone”: You’ll always have your haunting past, your wasted ambitions, and the melancholy of a life unlived to keep you company!

#good!