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And there will come a time you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

[pedrohub]

It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. I swear. 

Pedro Pascal as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us (2023) — 1.06 “Kin”

[aconissa]

Elaine Castillo, America Is Not The Heart Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit Ijeoma Umebinyuo, ‘Confessions’, Questions for Ada Mohamad Hafez, Baggage series Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited Anne Carson, ‘The Glass Essay’, Glass, Irony, and God Margaret Atwood, ‘November’, You Are Happy Richard Siken, ‘Boot Theory’, Crush

[prometheus-adam]

what we should be wearing: a horrific mashup of victorian gothic and 80s clothes

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Gonna wear these together

[macperalta]

“I do think that, even though this literally makes me wanna vomit and I wanna kill you both every day and it’s all gonna end horribly… I do think that we… puke! …could make a pretty good team.” 

— ROMAN ROY IN SUCCESSION “ALL THE BELL SAY”

[perkamentus]

Freddy Carter and Henry the whippet for Visual Tales

[what-even-is-thiss]

One day you're the awkward teen avoiding relatives at dinner and next day you're the relative that the new awkward teens are avoiding at dinner and your heart yearns to know them but you know that they do not wish to know you because they are finding and discovering themselves away from peering adult eyes and you, against your will, have become the thing that they do not wish to be observed by and you miss when they were small, not because you don't want them to grow up, but because that is when they spoke to you and were happy doing so. Because they did not shy away when you said that you loved them and because they seemed so happy and you know now that the weight of knowledge of the wide world is starting to set in and they don't quite know what to do with the wide world or their newly adult brains and they certainly don't want to be judged for their teenageness, so they retreat away from you and whisper to each other and stare at something in a book or on their phones or in their pockets and you wonder what pain and joy they are hiding from you that previously they wouldn't have, and somehow the most heartbreaking thing of all is that you know that someday the same thing will happen to them that is happening to you right now. And you wonder how many billions of humans have survived this cycle of not exactly heartbreak, but tiny heart fractures. Hairline cracks that barely leak. Realizing that they have become the danger to avoid even if they didn't intend to, and bathing in the sorrow and joy that comes with the uncontrollable passage of time. It happens so quickly that it's frightening. In less than two or three years. And you are left wondering what tiny sorrows you are currently inflicting upon those who love you that you won't know about until years down the line. You wonder what you've forgotten. What the adolescents know that you don't. What you know that they don't. And all of these thoughts go through your head in less than one second as your teenage cousin leaves the room during dinner, and you sigh a little bit.

Oh well.

[conversationswithamillennial]

Oh shit you put it into words. Thank

[yenvengerberg]

Veronica Lodge in Riverdale, Chapter Ninety-Three: Dance of Death.

[ryebreadgf]

[mistressemmedi]

Not excited for the Teen Wolf movie?

[chickpeamcb]

he is there inside your mind, is the thing

[hyper-fixated-princess]

Actual footage of the TW fandom after the announcement:

[cherylblossom]

“Hotel policy: no live music in our rooms after 9pm. There have been complaints.”

[shesgonnachangetheworld]

saw a post about redemption arcs and i realized that a lot of our discussions would be improved if we discussed villains for what they are (pieces of a narrative whole) instead of what they definitely are not (real people on trial)

[linkinmoon]

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[leitharstjarna]

— Laura Gilpin, The Hocus-Pocus of the Universe (1977)

[lifeinpoetry]

Come love, make me better than I was.

Come teach me a kinder way               to say my own name.

— Andrea Gibson, from “Good Light,” Lord of the Butterflies

[jo-constantine]

MANNY JACINTO Nine Perfect Strangers | 1.02 “The Critical Path”