Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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izzy's playlists!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature
we're not kids anymore.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Mike Driver
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@hemsy-wyx
The stereotype of the nerd girl taking her glasses off and suddenly she's beautiful, but in reverse. A cold tough mean office lady who glares at everyone until she gets glasses and suddenly becomes sweet, approachable and friendly since she no longer has a constant headache over not being able to fucking see, doesn't need to squint at everything, and actually remembers individual people by name now that she can tell them apart at all.
No Valentines if you're doing overtime...
Ma vie
Destroy everything, big sister. Everything.
𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 as 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋 as 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘
My Lady Jane.
FIRST ART OF 2026 YEEY
men have one homoerotic rivalry and make it everyones problem for the rest of their life
“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose
no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood
mis hijos tan lindos, ando republicando las cosas del twitter, :,>!
Bibis
More vanitas stuff I can feel the hyperfixation approaching
No Valentines if you're doing overtime...
Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life — not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed. Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear. 🇵🇸❤️
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
💌 A Mother’s Message To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
I love them 🥺💕
Little moth with poisoned wings,
Flutter close and taste my strings.
Sweetest venom, sharpest blade,
Thunder eyes, of fury made.
I would drink your bitter grace,
Wear your deadly bites on my face.
Sip your breath, devour your fire,
Wrap you tight in cold desire.
You’re the throne and I’m the shrine,
Built of bones that once were mine.
Yet I circle, starved and torn,
Hungry for this rage you’ve sworn.
Demonic love, angelic hate,
A godless prayer, an oath too late.
If you came to kill, then kill me slow,
Let your poison be the last I know.
Still I reach like a ghost, a thief,
To steal your smile, your rage, your grief.
Butterfly, come break my skin,
Let me burn alive, as you sink in.
