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miguxadraws · 25 days ago
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Hear me out...
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This drawing makes such a good wallpaper
I hope u don't mind 🥲
ACTUALLY LOOKS ADORABLE AS A WALLPAPER!!
of course I don't mind!!!
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solxs · 11 months ago
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En el ballet de las estrellas, la luna siempre se olvida de su posición principal. Claro, es sarcástica, pero ilumina la noche con indiferencia.
Lumiusier
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pure-mee · 2 months ago
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How life felt in 2019 ✨
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maxbotdam · 9 months ago
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haru-thunderstorm · 1 year ago
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No acepto vínculos confusos en mi vida yo quiero todo claro, recíproco, genuino y constante, no hay de otra.
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bear-claro · 14 days ago
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Alto Longá 🥾🧭
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ignorvnte · 2 years ago
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Merezco un amor tranquilo, descomplicado, suavecito, sin prisas, estable y consistente. Merezco un amor seguro de mi y un día llegará. ❤️‍🩹
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schizografia · 1 year ago
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Claro di Glauber Rocha
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domquixotedospobresblog · 1 year ago
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Se esperar pra dizer que ama alguém,tem sempre um apressadinho que chega a sua frente,cada segundo é precioso quando queremos alguém em nossa vida com sinceridade
Jonas R Cezar
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frasesenespa-ol · 5 months ago
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Claro que no estoy bien.
Corazón de mariposa -Andrea Tomé
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darkxaidan · 9 months ago
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pansexualkiba · 1 year ago
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"Oi!" The bandit captain shouts at the cloaked figure at the back, who hadn't moved an inch since the fight began. "We've held up our end of the bargain! Now help us out!"
"Hehehehehe," The hooded figure, who is clutching a black metal staff with what appears to be a bloodshot eyeball at the top, fleshy tentacles coiling off the eye and around the shaft of the stick, giggles. "I'm the one who beholds. I'm the beholder."
"Yes, I see that-"
"I don't interact, only observe." The hooded figure grins. There's a sapphire-blue gleam of the staff, and a wall of pure magic springs up - separating the hooded figure from the rest of the combat entirely. "So, go ahead. Make it worth observing."
"YOU SNEAK!" The bandit captain roars, and he makes to batter the wall with his sword - but the commotion of battle and a missed arrow draws his attention.
The battle, however, is very short-lived, and the bandit camp is soon wiped out, all members indisposed or otherwise.
All except the cloaked figure.
"Hehehehehe..." They chuckle, "So disappointing, these ones... All that ruckus and posturing, for an end that doesn't even rank midway?" They wave their staff, and the wall of magic drops entirely. They turn to walk away.
A thrown knife grazes the top of their head, accidentally cutting along the seam of the hood.
The hood falls apart, revealing extremely messy and unkempt rust-brown hair, perhaps only made so dark by the shade of the night. Their skin is an inhuman grey, like a corpse, and when they turn around, the dim echoes of firelight catch on the large sapphire crystals they are using as earrings.
Most noticable, however, are the eyes. Large, yellow eyes with lizard-like pupils aren't exactly rare, but the small flecks in the four corners of the irises are certainly unique.
"Interesting..." The mage giggles, revealing rather sharp teeth, like a dog's. "Most interesting... You have my attention, now. I am Claro, the Beholder. I am observing this world..." The tentacle on the staff glows sapphire-blue, mirrored by the earrings. "So I shall now observe you. Do make it entertaining..."
And in a pulse of magic, Claro is gone.
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Brothomstates
Claro (2001)
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intenseslines · 1 year ago
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e pergunto ao poeta, pergunto-lhe
(numa esperança que não digo)
para onde vai - a que angra serena,
a que Pasárgada, a que abrigo?
A palavra oscila no espaço
um momento. Eis que, sibilino,
entre as aparências sem rumo,
responde o poeta: Ao meu destino.
Claro Enigma - Carlos Drummond de Andrade
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bear-claro · 22 days ago
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ochoislas · 1 year ago
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INSCRITO EN UNA PINTURA
Con el claro recito en cenador de broza; me ofusca el sol poniente en nubes de la sierra. Acabado el poema me alegra una visita: conozco su cayado en piedras de la presa.
Tang Yin
di-versión©ochoislas
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