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There was a post going around of four outfits and I thought they’d look amazing on the snk gals 👌
(These are the outfits …)
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to be known by you | reiner braun
(reiner braun x reader)
it had been the strangest summer of recent memory: the days were lingering and dilatory, and rife with inexplicable phenomena. when reiner meets a stranger he feels he recognizes, someone as ethereal and bizarre as the summer atmosphere itself, he cannot resist the beguiling nature of this newfound acquaintance and decides to accompany them for a night.
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It had been the strangest summer of recent memory. The days were lingering and dilatory and often seemed swathed in some turbid and ethereal atmosphere, augmented by an interminable humidity which each day lasted far past dusk. The sun would hang in the sky for longer than its allotted time, and at duskfall, all terrene happenings stilled and gave way to strange, supernal movements to which no living being bore witness. The beach house tenanted by the Brauns, which sat in the very center of this surreal environment and was not much more than a well-maintained shanty abutting the shore—the transition from sparse greenery to sand occurring directly beneath its raised foundation—was too pervaded by this sense of uncanny. The inside seemed impossibly large for the dimensions of its edifice, and doors within moved on their own, and one could easily lose himself, sitting in one place, for hours at a time, staring at the irregularities in the wood wall panels or the microcosmic topography of the popcorn ceilings or the addled patterns in the stained, grey carpets. Reiner liked to taunt Gabi and tell her the house was haunted, but it was something neither was completely disinclined to believe.
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people on this site really log on at 8 am and post shit like "thinking about mads mikkelsens tits again XD 🥰". you are unwell. please. seek aid and rehabilitation
in my feels DO NOT hmu 😞
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thinking about christina’s world (andrew wyeth, 1948)
they're in love ✂️