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Why is the sky turning orange, and not in a sunset way (btw it's 2 pm) but in an icespice new York turning orange needing to use ohare air bottles kind of way

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gas pump girls (1979)

<3

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Dear fellow Girlblogger, I heard you were stuck on what movie to watch so here are some suggestions 🎀 (PS if you've seen all of these you have impeccable taste in movies ily)

Emma (2020)

I, Tonya

Last Night In Soho

Buffalo 66

Gone girl

Pearl

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non boring chick flicks ☆

aka sum of my favorite movies

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"In the middle of a verdant mountain trail atop a hill overlooking Yokohama was a cemetery with a view of the ocean. There were many new graves lined up —among them a small white burial marker without a name.

Dazai stood before the burial marker, dressed in black mourning clothes and holding a bouquet of white flowers.

He squinted as the strong sea breeze suddenly gusted past. The white flowers fluttered in the wind.

[...]

Dazai closed his eyes, then stood absolutely still, rooted to the spot".

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From the epilogue of Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era light novel.

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early 70s floral gabardine mini dress

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oh my god. og my god. the symbolism of it all

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Thrust after thrust burnt into your achy cervix, Satoru’s head was buried hotly between your shoulder and jaw. His hands engulfed your sides in a rough grip that was sure to leave blooming bruises for days. It was rare for Satoru to get this rough with you, which made it harder so to muster up the syllables of your safe word.

Your boyfriend was rough between the sheets. You knew this. Felt it. However in the odd moments when his pupils are blown a touch wider than normal, smooth silky hair is flat against his face, and whenever his hands touch you they leave irritating bites in their wake, you knew Satoru just needed to get out some pent up emotions.

It wasn’t that you were scared to use your safe word! Completely the opposite actually. You just didn’t want to deprive Satoru of whatever release he needed. Anytime you were angry or had some sort of balled up emotional issues Satoru would let you get it out however you needed, why wouldn’t you do the same for him?

All composure you had snapped though when pearly white teeth sank bitterly into your flesh. Tears of pain sprung from your eyes rapidly as you writhed and squirmed away from the man above you. Pain radiated from your shoulder through your chest at the sudden bite on top of being jackhammered into.

“Red! Red, Satoru stop!” Hiccupy, gurgled words echoed between you two. Any movement Satoru made stopped immediately, his hands releasing their bruising grip on your sides. Two wide eyes bore into you, blue beginning to seep into them again. Ever so carefully Satoru moved to slip out of you eliciting a sharp whine to pull out of your throat.

Fat gobs of salty water continued to roll as Satoru softly pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back while he rocked back and forth. “Toru, i’m sorry, I Jus-“

Two white brows furrowed harshly at hearing the watery apologies from you. Easing you away from his chest, Satoru kisses your cheeks. “Stop. Stop it baby, why are you sorry?”

Time seemed to slow down as you clung to the feeling of chaste kisses being pressed into your face. Each one of his soft lips chased away the self doubt and anxious thoughts. “B-because I know you have been s-so stressed and just wanted to make you feel better!”

A quiet smile appeared on Satoru’s face. He loved how sweet you were but honestly couldn’t get over the fact he had pushed you so far over the edge you used your safe word. “Baby girl listen, you should never ever feel sorry for using your safe word. We have it for a reason, and I should be the one to apologize for making you use it.”

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You put the weed in the coconut and light that shit up🔥🔥🔥🎶🎶🎵🎵🎵😼😼😼😫😫😫

YOU OT THE WEED IN THE COCOCNUT AND LIGHT THAT SHIT UP🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶🎵😼😼😼😼😼😫😫😫😫🙏😈😈😈😈😈🙏🤯🤯🙏🤯🙏💋

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locking my wounds in a wounded animal yummy vampire way (not joking)

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Tumblr took away my for you hutton

Tumblr has to die. I have to die

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Anywyas goon to girls

I live gooning to girls❤️❤️

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I feel like one day after I've killed myself someone will look back on my account and look at my agonizing slow decent into madness. My ups and downs , and realize that I was idk, whatever they realize

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a guide to passive academia

read slowly. page by page, paragraph by paragraph. don’t rush your books—let the content settle properly.

listen to lectures while doing other things—getting ready, cooking, on the subway. passive learning makes revision so much easier.

study in environments that feel comfortable—a quiet library, cosy at home, or a nice café with good coffee.

annotate with intention. a single well-placed note is more effective than cluttered, wordy sentences, especially in academic reading.

don’t stop a good study session. if it flows, lean into it. let yourself stay in the moment.

read outside of school. don’t limit yourself to your studies—if something interests you, explore it further.

constant revision. got a minute? glance at your notes. familiarity deepens understanding effortlessly.

candles for late-night study sessions. candlelight can be easier on the eyes than harsh artificial lighting, especially compared to screens or fluorescent lights.

spend time in museums. become familiar with artists and exhibitions, read the little signs, and write down interesting observations.

read philosophy, but don’t rush to have an opinion. let the questions linger, explore different perspectives, and give yourself time to see where you stand.

keep a brain dump notebook. always in your bag, ready for any passing thought. don’t worry about making it pretty—just write it down and return to it later.

find friends who care about academia. discussing what you’re learning makes it feel like conversation, not study.

my insta: @ malusokay

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I'm afraid if I blow my nose I will throw up whick would not be good because I'm on the shitter which would mean I vomit into the shitter which might get shit water on me or worse, period shit

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Hey guys...it's me, I'm currently on my deathbed🙀

Im shtting so hard rn and my tummy hurts, and my back hurts, and my vacooter is bleeding so uh yeah!

Yall invited to the funeral....