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Presented as a work of art dedicated to nobody.

[whats-her-name----33]

Tumblr butchered the quality so posting again. Full project -> instagram

We are seen at the surface, rarely beyond it. Known in general, almost never in detail. Recognized in outline, but seldom in depth like ghosts passing through one another.

We fade long before anyone notices slowly, quietly, on an ordinary Thursday night, somewhere between two laughs, not all at once, not dramatically.

Maybe the old stories had it wrong. It isn't the ghost that haunts the house it's the house that haunts the ghost and the memories that stay long after we're gone.

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Besties give movie recommendations. I want to watch one (1) good movie tonight, no comedy tho what should I watch? Something newer cause if it good and old I already watched it probably

[infanteriesauvage]

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Good old gif making with over 30 process drawings put into one 💗

Insta

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Forgetting is its own kind of mercy.

Ghosts can haunt damned near anything. I've seen men who were haunted to the point of madness by things that never were and things that should have been. I've seen ghosts in the lines on a woman's face and heard them in the jangling of keys. The ghosts in fire freeze and the ghosts in ice burn. Some died long ago, some were never born. Some ride the blood in my veins until it reaches my brain. Sometimes I even mistake myself for one. Sometimes I am one.

Journal stuff May 2026

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Throwback to some better joint days 🦿

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Do not come in here with your sh*tty journal entries..

*Me immediately coming in here with my sh*tty journal entries*

to be cringe is to be free

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From the latest sketchbook/journal chapter no one asked for -

There is something very human about Madly, Deeply (obv cause it's a diary). It moves between ordinary days and deeper thoughts without warning, some entries are thoughtful, some impatient, some unexpectedly funny, and some feel like they were never meant for anyone else to read (obv cause it's a diary).

And ofc there is Snape, there’s nothing to replace, nothing to improve. I’m not really interested in seeing another version, because this one already feels complete.

All in all, it always comes back to Alan Rickman.

[important-cat-pics]

[catfish-actual]

@whats-her-name----33 , totally your vibe

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true 🤣🤣🤣

[fivepoint-12]

EXCLUSIVE: Transgender Baby Killer Released Into Indiana Community 30 Years Before The End of His 55-Year Sentence - Reduxx

A trans-identified male convicted of the grisly murder of an infant has been released on parole a full 30 years early. Jonathan Richardson,

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“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again.”

Within the rhythm of life, the old does not vanish without purpose, but falls away in its time, giving space for something new to gather itself and begin again.

Instagram

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My colors of the day

Pepsi is the GOAT

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Two surfaces, one memory. What is seen and what is told never fully align, yet both carry the same trace of something that once was whole.

This project started with a simple idea,what if memory isn’t something we keep, but something that keeps reshaping itself and revisits us when we least expect it?

Maybe it doesn’t stay fixed in one place, but moves between fragments, changing its surface while holding onto its form.

Classical sculpture has always tried to imitate drapery, to capture movement in something that cannot move. I wanted to follow that gesture further, and let it continue into something real.

Cracks, textures, and details aren’t decoration they’re traces, hints of where the form came from,and what it used to be.It’s meant to feel like it’s been with you longer than it has.

Packaging project 2/2026

[apocryphics]

Emerson

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Shadow has spread across all of public life of the world we know, taking freedom, truth, and accountability with it.

If you're silent now, you’ll be silenced later. Speak while you still can.

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"The cells of my body store fear the way others do fat. Every terrifying and traumatic thing I've ever experienced is still held within my muscle fibers as well as in my brain tissue. It pervades nearly every aspect of my life and influences nearly all my actions. Everyone thinks of me as being so brave, but I recognize my own cowardice in all I do..."