gonzo

Gonzalo. 30. MX. Podcast fan, spotify user, wanna be filmmaker. Everything sound better on vinyl.

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Snow-melt spills over the ledges of Barronette Peak, Yellowstone National Park

(c) riverwindphotography, June 2026

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omg it says blog. 

TUMBLR’S OFFICIAL GANG SIGN FTW

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^ OMG SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE THIS OFFICIAL I LOVE THIS AHHHH

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:o guise it says blog

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YOU DON’T SAY?^

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yes i do say

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contributing to this

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holy fudgeballs this is amazing

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omfg make this official 

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A hidden waterfall between the Cliffs. - Author: AuraBreeze_

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Dunes, 1956

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Mushacay, Bahamas

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☀️

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The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.

The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.

“You still think pain is a language,” he said.

Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.

The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”

The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.

“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”

The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.

The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.

“You think this makes you immortal?”

The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.

“No,” he whispered.

“I think it makes you temporary.”

The torches flickered.

For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.

“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”

— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds

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all i ever really wanted to hear

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Strawberry Cheesecake