Dyke Knights ⚔️

gracie abrams

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Cosimo Galluzzi
Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
Doug Jones
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Sade Olutola
The Stonewall Inn
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Noah Kahan
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Dyke Knights ⚔️
on your knees. now.
Shadowheart | Shar blessings
speak of me as i am […] of one that loved not wisely, but too well
— Othello, William Shakespeare
but the real bombshells have already sunk
♪ Marching ever forward, 'Neath the wooded shrine, I stray not from the path, I hold Death's hand in mine... ♪
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain smells, lights of the day, fleeting sounds. does life sound like this anymore? i can't seem to remember.
-Milana Chigridow
love a detective who's not so much "hard-boiled" as "splattered raw on the floor"
by Irina Kostenich
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If Sauron evil, why sexy?
“It was good. We were happy.”
type “i am” in the tags and whatever comes up first is your new mandatory kin
I am best girl🌸
You come into MY HOUSE
HMM
im getting out of here alive (my twenties)
“i used to live there” is such a sad phrase. seeing places u used to live in is an odd thing. It’s like ‘i know where the best hiding place is in there. my bedroom was the one directly to the left as you walk in. i took my first steps on that flooring. i used to play in that yard with my grandma. she died two years ago. that was the only place i ever knew. those walls contain all of my childhood memories. i can no longer go there, but i know every corner like the back of my hand.’