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shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
sheepfilms

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Love Begins
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Jules of Nature
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
will byers stan first human second
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The X-Files – 3.20: Jose Chung's 'From Outer Space'
Who's to say love needs to be soft and gentle?
Spotify playlist❦ for Secretary (2002)
I feel more than I've ever felt, and I've found someone to feel with, to play with, to love, in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers, too. And that I want to love him. Secretary (2002) dir. Steven Shainberg
You don’t get it
i need to be sedated
dana scully and baseball— s06e19, s07e06
I thought it was boring but my husband showed me what he loves about it and made it romantic so now im a big fan.
how to say "I love you" in x-files [497/?] ⤷ The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008)
Isolation Chamber
The room breathes without me Walls lean in, practicing silence and my name once loud falls through the cracks like dust
I eat time with a dull spoon hours tasting of rust and old rain The clock blinks, unbothered its heartbeat foreign, mechanical a reminder that something here still moves
Windows are mirrors at night I search them for proof of a face and find only the dark rehearsing my absence Even shadows keep their distance afraid to catch whatever I’ve become
I speak sometimes just to hear sound break it’s own neck The words don’t travel far they curl up halfway cold animals that refuse to live
Loneliness isn’t loud it doesn’t scream or beg It sits beside you, patient counting everything you didn’t say until silence feels earned
If I disappear tomorrow the air would settle faster than grief only this room would remember how I slowly learned to vanish while still breathing
I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.
-- C. S. Lewis
(Krakow, Poland)
Penyo Penev | Loneliness
But there was something almost agonising about speaking and being misunderstood or found unintelligible, something that got right to the heart of all my fears about aloneness. No one will ever understand you. No one wants to hear what you say. Why can’t you fit in, why do you have to stick out so much?
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
Zamek w Radzyniu Chełmińskim (1936).
What Dreams May Come
1998