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different, but the same

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Italian Nirvana

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you're so right

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Kiki’s concept illustrations

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Seeing a woman’s naked body is a goddamn privilege, and people need to stop acting like it’s a right. A woman doesn’t fucking owe you anything, and you should be thanking her if she allows you to see her body.

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ID: snoopy plushie gazing out at a brilliant vast view of a lake that is the soft blue of the sky, with hills on the horizon

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I always forget that gas giants are, you know, made of gas, and not just smooth plastic color. The atmosphere is full of clouds, and the entire planet is atmosphere!

The Spaces You Claimed

When I walk into my bathroom, it asks me if I want to join in the shower. Walking into my office, it glances up from its schoolwork and gives me the sweetest smile. Coming up my stairs and into my bedroom, I can hear it rustle as it sits up in bed from reading to greet me with a massive hug. It follows me around the grocery store aisles, asking if I like a certain snack. When the office door opens at work, it’s the only thing that comes through with gummy sharks and a drink. Sitting, watching hockey in the living room, I can hear it make fun of Marchand, telling me to come rest my head. Riding in my car, it sings along with me, remembering the harmonies and melodies of the songs we’d sing together. Eating dinner at the table, its spot is set, and it eats with me, watching TikToks while happily munching.

I see your ghost everywhere, But mostly, I feel it when the world grows quiet. When I lay in bed at night, it whispers everything left unsaid. When I think of the love we shared, it’s there to keep me warm. No matter where I seem to go, I can’t shake it—it’s never far behind. Not haunting, but lingering, like a melody you can’t forget. And while you may not be here with me, Your ghost keeps me company, Filling the spaces you once claimed.