[razzberrysheep]

Don't make me be myself around you

[wulfhalls]

The Genius of Evil by Guillaume Geefs (1848) // Anya Taylor Joy in Furiosa (2024)

[pressure-machine]

Promise you'll find your way home.

FURIOSA: A MAD MAX SAGA | OFFICIAL TRAILER #2

[films-series]

#TheHolyTrinity

How I Met Your Mother S07E04

[under-ground-katch]

[kurgy]

wheres seasons greasons

[kurgy]

[kurgy]

its that time of year again

[theangriestlittleunicorn]

It doesn’t have to be

[kurgy]

its not optional

[kisslatr]

vanitas, what is it you like about jeanne?

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

[ilyiwantusbothtoeatwell]

[valtsv]

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

[valtsv]

"but if it's horrifying then it's not really love it's corruption it's lust it's obsession" you are not only wrong but you are also boring. go away.

[to00fu]

memory i didnt live in

[cochart]

I can’t believe that this game basically makes you go through Decision to Leave in the third semester.

No, actually, the whole game kind of feels like a big Decision to Leave (among some other stuff).

Anyone who’s seen the movie might relate… or might after reading my shocked response in this post.

For the second one, the pose is from a life drawing session a long time ago.

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Kim Visda, from “For Lack Of A Better Poem.”

[greelin]

love will always find you. Both threat AND promise

[greelin]

“but i don’t feel like i deserve it.” boo hoo. too fucking bad. Get loved idiot

[kohi-karasu]

soft akeshuake doodle page

[autodiscipline]

going on the internet to stare at things. going to a antique mall to stare at things. going to the aquarium to stare at things. going to an art gallery to stare at things. picking up a book to stare at things. going to the cinema to stare at things. &other such cases

[hhawkeye]

did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop

[mockiatoh]

I keep thinking about this post. Did you let me? As in did you not save me? and Did you let me? as in did you allow me the comfort of your embrace at the expense of your own pain, knowing tomorrow I would be back and fine but you’d still be feeling my blood against your skin?

Did you let me die in your arms?