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[phail]

@lasagnaboxlesbian

When the mutual you really enjoy seeing in ur notes shows up in ur notes

[im-in-your-mind]

you can make the girl in the mirror so so happy by kissing her on the lips. theyre a little hard and glasslike but it will make her smile okay?

[holedyke]

this summer: cargo shorts leg hair platform flip flops

[margaretkart]

Heracles, Jason, Atalanta, Orpheus

[The 📶 team and the brown eyes club]

[phail]

In case any of you want to gar your friends as well

My friend wont stop hitting me with the gar sticker when i least expect it

[tagless]

[hezenkoss]

i refuse to join more social media websites. if all the ones i'm on die, i hope i can recover my teenage self's ability to read a book a day instead

[wings-the-person]

* how did i not see this before

"oh turpentine erase me whole (cause, i) dont want to live my life alone"

unmelted version cause im proud of her face :3

[supfag]

HUNTER MCVEY

[bgm05]

ishowspeed accosted by rogue plague doctor in chongqing

[lvgvcy]

teasing in public to watch you suffer till we get home >

[wrigglewitch]

South Indian bodybuilders photographed by Keerthana Kunnath

Not What You Saw, 2024

[holedyke]

a four leaf clover and a sally!

[primalpoetry]

Mandate Magazine, September 1979

[aro-lover]

got too into this for just tags so :3 hai :3

first things first fang finds me indistinguishable from my van, and i think he's a garden! or like a greenhouse. full of dangerous plants. smells weird depending on where you're standing. so much life surrounding you that it's overwhelming, with so many functions and so much to learn, so many things that want to bite you (really, want to stay alive and are doing it the way they know how). it can be foul or cruel but its all worth knowing and its all beautiful. meanwhile, aki is a balcony, with lights a sharp red and a cold white, beyond the thin railings crafted with painstaking love that you wouldn't noticed if you weren't looking, it's too dark to see how high up you are or what's below. it shimmers sometimes, so maybe it's water. the building behind isn't important, but you can still hear sounds from the room you walked out of. to her, i'm more like a box left in the forest.

to me the disciples can't be anything but a camp. sand or snow or mountain or field, they're the fire and everything around it. dito could be a crime scene, decadus could be old wooden floors, octa could be the path peacocks walk at the zoo, cent could be a dusty corner in an antique store, but above all they're still fire. i don't know how they see me

neal is a rooftop, with bottles that keep rolling down it and a starry sky that isn't the fullest you could find. still, it's pretty, and it's good for looking up at while the wind hits your face and passes between you and your friends. you got up and you'll find a way down when the time comes. he thinks of me as a hotel room.

kuprum's a computer desk covered in wrappers you haven't picked up, lights from indicators on the tower and the speakers and the mouse and the keyboard and the whole of the two monitors. it's not gonna take your breath away like a trip the grand canyon but it will do something a little like it when you cry laughing at your best friends. you should get up for a cup of water, though. to him, i'm an asphalt road. zebruh, on the other hand, is a chain cafe. what they sell isn't real coffee but it's close to home and it's full of people who smile at you, and sometimes there's even live music, so even though the plants are plastic, the time you spend there is real. i'm the couch to him.

hubert knows i'm a tower, cobblestone walls and dandelions growing at the base and representing something bigger but so abstract and maybe not more important. he's my bedroom, flowers on the windowsill, scattered papers on the desk, and failed attempts to keep up with making the bed. he's the little wooden animal and the glass of water on my nightstand and the spill when i knock it over fumbling in the middle of the night. i look at it and nod and smile because i think that i chose good curtains and a nice rug. i'd hate to sleep anywhere else.

she might not like me for saying this, but eq is an empty museum. the ceilings are high and the pillars are expensive and we finally have enough time to read every plaque. nobody's here, we can touch the bones like we've always wanted to, even though we know we shouldn't. we can stop and sit on the floor and point out every brushstroke, imagining how someone agonized over them a hundred years ago. the velvet they lay on is almost more exquisite than the gemstones themselves. it all makes me hope that nobody ever finds us, i wonder if anybody is looking. has anyone else seen this? she sees me as a grassy field with a single tree and a blanket of tiny flowers.

If you could describe your F/O(s) as a place, what would it be? A real life place you've been? A fantasy spot you imagine? Would it be something big like a whole city or countryside, or something very particular, like a specific style bench outside of a river at a particular time with a certain atmosphere? Maybe some sort of almost non-construct thing, like if vaporwave was a world, or like whatever is going on in the game Be Calm?

Maybe what about the reverse? What place would they assign/use to describe you?