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brainrot 🎻

text on the last one: “today is a sad day JJ is at the police station I started going to the doctor, wrote you down on the list of things that worry me, Tyler misses you, I do too, where are you”

handweavers

need to find more characters who avoid sex/dating not because they're asexual or because of sexual trauma but due to entirely unrelated lifelong psychological problems that have made them uninterested in acting upon desire or have a hard time feeling anything at all that isn't unrelenting grief. uh for a friend, not for me of course

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You should really watch Brassic

mavoqa

Bridgerton sketches inspired by @lackadaisycal-art sketches of the Bear 🥹

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Love these! 😍

macrolit

Giveaw@y: We’re giving away these 13 vintage paperback classics! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? =) Enter to win these classics by: 1) following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblogging this post. We will choose a random winner on 5 July 2025. Good luck!

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Giveaw@y: We’re giving away these 13 vintage paperback classics! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? =) Enter to win these classics by: 1) following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblogging this post. We will choose a random winner on 5 July 2025. Good luck!

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macrolit

Giveaw@y: We’re giving away these 13 vintage paperback classics! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? =) Enter to win these classics by: 1) following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblogging this post. We will choose a random winner on 5 July 2025. Good luck!

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scribledon

Me and the baddie I pulled by being queen of England

macrolit

Giveaw@y: We’re giving away these 12 vintage paperback classics! Won’t these look lovely on your shelf? =) Enter to win these classics by: 1) following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblogging this post. We will choose a random winner on 28 February 2025. Good luck!

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lordgolden

“I’m just a girl” first of all you’re a grown ass woman second of all free yourself

nathanielorion

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt.