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altivyx

daturanerium

obsessed with this genre of images

whalefill

firefly464

Is this anything

rainfallsuphere

I propose an addition

parchmentengineer

Been thinking about this graph a little (actually been thinking about it a lot)

firefly464

OH THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

afloweroutofstone

Tea party

fae court

The council to decide your fate

teathattast

legend-tripper

r0seupfromthedead

bl33dings-incidental

FLASHING IMAGES!!!

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we’re just left to decay / modernity has failed us / love it if we made it

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To all queer people, poc, women, children, immigrants, muslims, and anyone else who will be devastatingly affected by Project 2025:

stay alive, we still have love. love and hate are the strongest things we have right now. hold your lovers close, and your enemies closer. there is strength in community, and change in defiance.

choiyeonjuns

SOOBIN :: GOOD BOY GONE BAD @ ACT : PROMISE ENCORE IN SEOUL DAY 1

subversivegrrl

the-halfling-prince

Some people don't get that ghost files isn't just "I don't believe in ghosts" and "I believe in ghosts"

It's "I don't believe in ghosts but it'd be hella cool to see one" and "I believe in ghosts and want evidence but I swear to God if one of those dead fuckers shows their face I'll shit myself"

treecitysessions

Scream this is iconic….

scallioncreamcheesebagel

Transcript:

Dueting this one until this woman permanently destroys her lungs with toxic gas. So first we've got ammonia-based toilet cleaner, okay. And that's bleach powder, okay you've made mustard gas.

You're still fuckin' doing this? I'm trans now, that's how much fucking time has passed since I last ratio'd you. Shut the fuck up!

irisvoids

I love this video so much I can't breathe

mmeveronica

that's just the mustard gas. we should probably open a window and go outside

justmeasanoptimist

The Haunting of Hill House had something to say, and by God, did it say it. It said something about love. It said love can withstand atrocity if we let it. If we remember that it means more than fear and hopelessness ever will. It said maybe if your hand brushes mine, my breath hitches, and the monster still consumes me, but I die thinking of your gentleness in the gossamer of its web. All of it matters, but I was always meant to go. It's the love that stays.