
tannertan36
Fai_Ryy
Noah Kahan
cherry valley forever
RMH
hello vonnie

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

oozey mess

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
NASA
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver
sheepfilms

blake kathryn
Cosmic Funnies
occasionally subtle

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@organicagony
i need to know if there are any house of wax fans out there
i’m not procrastinating. i’m allowing the story to ferment. like kimchi. or a crime scene
i miss u so much (pre ai internet)
and now for some 00s color grading
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
if you're transgender you have to live.
please. I love you.
Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later
PEARL (2022) dir. Ti West
listen at the end of the day it's like. my moon my man, so changeable and, such a lovable lamb to me
my care, my coat, leave on a high note, there’s nowhere to go but on
whatever. I’m hot and a good person
oh you’re yanking my chain? yank harder
The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)
Writing is lonely in a specific way that is hard to explain to people who don't do it. not lonely like isolated. lonely like you are trying to build a bridge to another human consciousness using only words on a page and you will never actually know if you got there.
You send the thing out and maybe someone reads it and something moves in them and they have no way to tell you exactly what moved or why and you have no way to know if it was the thing you meant or something else entirely.
You're working in permanent uncertainty about whether any of it lands. and you keep going anyway. you have to develop this strange faith in the act itself, in the value of the attempt separate from the outcome, because if you need confirmation every time you sit down you will never sit down.
Most of the writing happens in a silence that never fully gets broken. you learn to be okay in that silence or you don't last.