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trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
dirt enthusiast
we're not kids anymore.
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
DEAR READER
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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap

Origami Around
Jules of Nature

roma★
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Peter Solarz

Andulka
Xuebing Du
art blog(derogatory)

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@thebeautifulbriny
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no you do not need to hold fictional characters "accountable". they are not real.
richard gadd on playing ruben (x)
You misused thou/thee in a joke post and provoked my ire.
A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson
why is the scariest thing so many men in pictures can imagine an old woman who hasn't had her skin refit
Louise Bourgeois
"You look gorgeous, so you do, huh? I tell you, if I wasn't family, I'd get up and underneath that kilt right away." | HALF MAN - S01E01
HALF MAN Season One, Episode Two
my man
there's no caption potent enough to encapsulate whatever this is...
Half Man | 1x04
half man hits you over the head with the "ruben was molested" brick over and over just brutal brick after brick right at your skull that he was molested and people will still be like "guys... i have a wild theory"
i have been dragged back to tumblr because half man is consuming my every braincell and i just know this is the only place where people will have good takes about it
“EVERY year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. A great warm, dark silence surrounds the house. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness. The can of kerosene is brought up from the cellar and left in the hall, and the flashlight is hung up on its peg beside the door.”
— Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, tr. by Thomas Teal (Sort Of Books, 2003)