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Misplaced Lens Cap
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

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clumsy words on heartbreak & writing & hatchets coming up lavender
happy place, emily henry
— Happy Place by Emily Henry
Happy Place, Emily Henry
happy place, emily henry
Happy Place, Emily Henry
— Happy Place by Emily Henry
happy place- emily henry
Happy Place - Emily Henry
Source : We Do; A Celebration Of Gay And Lesbian Marriage - Edited by Amy Rennert
“I’m veering toward cliché, but that feeling that you get when somebody’s present and available, that you don’t really have to do much to conjure anything…being in a room breathing with someone can be a very tender thing and can really stir up so many different degrees of weather within you.”
- Luke Kirby on working with Rachel Brosnahan, interview by Savannah Walsh for Vanity Fair
more excerpts from another tlou piece bc i will Never get over it apparently. by heart.mouth ❤️😵💫😢
a project in intimacy, feminism, and the monstrous. Click to read heartmouth, by sof sears, a Substack publication. Launched 3 years ago.
excerpts from an essay by sof sears (on heartmouth.substack.com) 😭💔 about the last of us & girlhood & earnestness
this is another post about tlou but also....gender & the "hysteria" of loving something
and when joel calls ellie kiddo for the first time??? you won’t hear from me again
I think the thing that, like, has me fully frothing at the mouth about the way the last of us transformed bill's story is how it flipped on its head what bill does in the narrative. in the game (at least in my interpretation), he is the epitome of the living vs. surviving dichotomy, an example on how you can do everything you can to survive as long as you can and be absofuckinglutely miserable and alone if you continue to shove down parts of yourself and keep everyone at arm's length. he's what joel could become if he's not careful.
and in the show, he's the opposite - he's the example of how you can change your ways in the worst circumstances, how letting someone in is actually the most powerful thing you can do, how surviving isn't enough, isn't worthwhile, if you don't have love, if you don't have something to live for. and where in the game he was a portent of joel's future if he continued down the path he was on, in the show he's a contrast of what joel already is. joel, who couldn't tell tess he loved her, joel who can be detached enough to dispose of the corpse of a child, joel who doesn't allow himself to mourn the death of his friends for more than a few seconds. bill of the game was that way, except he still helped joel and ellie out. joel of the tv show is where bill was, but he still gives ellie his jacket when its cold, his food when she's hungry.
and in doing all of that, and with knowing what's coming, the last of us has said "love will save you. it doesn't matter if its romantic love or familial love, no matter the people involved, love is the most natural thing we do, and if you try to push it away, it will be that that kills you."
Bill and Frank’s house is such an important metaphor.
It started out purely functional, a place for Bill to live, loaded with weapons and traps and isolation. By the end of the episode, though, it’s transformed into a temple to their love. Art everywhere, Frank‘s paintings of Bill on every wall, even stacked up since every inch of space is already covered in paintings and art and love. Bill has transformed, from someone who will kill to keep himself alive to someone who can’t imagine living without someone else.
The house has changed. Bill has changed.