I love environmental storytelling
Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people
Can't just leave this in the comments
we're not kids anymore.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second

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Kiana Khansmith
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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trying on a metaphor

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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I love environmental storytelling
Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people
Can't just leave this in the comments
FUCK ACADEMICS
IF YOU WRITE WORDS OR READ THEM FUCK OFF
AND BEFORE YOU ASK, YES, THIS POST IS BEING DICTATED TO OUR AMAZING BOURGEOIS PIG OF AN INTERN, STACY. SHE’S REALLY QUITE GREAT EVEN IF SHE’S PARTICIPATING IN REIFICATION OF CONCEPTS
Laurent had long since forgotten Auguste’s voice. At times, phrases his brother once said would surface in his memory, but he could no longer be sure they were truly his.
Laurent has almost forgotten Auguste’s face. Now, looking at the portrait he brought back from Arles, he barely recognizes the man in it—whether it is Auguste or himself. Portraits were never accurate. It is a shame no statue of him was ever made in his lifetime.
When Laurent tries to recall Auguste’s face, Damen’s appears more and more often.Laurent still recognizes Auguste in small things, in his own habits. In the childish desire to eat sweets for breakfast — because Auguste alone indulged him in it. In his new mare, so like that “just a horse.” in the flowers growing in their garden beside those that now bear Eregia’s name.
Laurent no longer recognizes Auguste in his fencing style. He no longer speaks to him each month. This year, he chose to stay in bed instead of following the tradition of mourning Auguste through the night.
Auguste would not have considered it a betrayal, Laurent knows.
Prince's Gambit by C. S. Pacat
I can't get over Chim, Maddie and Athena all collectively not doubting for a second that an injured Eddie will jump out a window and go on the run from the police to find Buck like everyone knows what those two mean to each other it's not even a conversation worth having it's a given that Eddie will do whatever is in his earthly power to do to find his man and they all know it and dammit that has to mean something.
lay your weary head to rest
hearing Carry On Wayward Son on a network television show with queerbait allegations in 2026 was fucking crazy and activated my fight or flight response and I’m still running on adrenaline
Schrödinger’s buddie: not canon but also canon enough to get hate crimed in small towns
Tommy: I think you’re in love with Eddie, the former owner of this house
Buck: okay first of all Eddie did NOT own this house, he rented it. Second of all, he’s straight
Sheriff: I think you murdered your husband, Evan Buckley
Eddie: okay, first of all he likes to be called Buck. Second of all, I would NEVER murder him
© Nona Limmen {Instagram / Website}
“they should put *popular song* in s2 of heated rivalry!” “they should have *famous actor* in s2 of heated rivalry!”
❌ NO! WRONG! it should continue to have indie music and unknown actors! stop trying to taint a beautiful thing!
Undone
I'm not phone addicted. I'm friend addicted. It's not my fault that for some cruel and senseless reason my friends live in my phone
“Of course we’re in love, that’s why i tried to shoot you” “if you really loved me you wouldn’t have missed” is such a raw ass line you would think it comes from Goncharov (1973) and you would be right