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simonfalk28 · 10 months ago
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Nothing Stirred
Nothing Stirred Nothing Stirred From the dormancy Instead A life lived out Frantic and frenetic From this to that and That to this and Never minding Or looking Or listening For the poetry Of life. Simon C.J. Falk               5 January 2024
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pinkhysteria · 3 months ago
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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES Season 4, Episode 20
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nagitoe-plushie · 3 months ago
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stanford-photography · 10 months ago
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Teatime By Jeff Stanford, 2024 Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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beachyserasims · 4 months ago
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Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter four┃Advice
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Lot by the amazing @/therichantsim (Gallery ID)
Beginning / Previous / Next
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anneapocalypse · 7 months ago
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Putting Solas's "I will never forget you" in a jar with Emet-Selch's "Remember us. Remember that we lived," and shaking vigorously.
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lakisfourouklas-blog · 20 hours ago
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Refugee of Love
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Now I am but a refugee of love,
someone who has no home to return to.
Because my homeland, my religion and my family were you.
To you it was that I've always wanted to return, not to a city, to a land.
Lakis Fourouklas
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ilottthepilot · 10 days ago
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just fell off my bicycle, there might be silly season implications
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caffeinatedopossum · 11 months ago
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I'm experiencing symptoms of the mental illness known as Been Awake Too Long
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tojiscrack · 2 months ago
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Liar liar legit almost made me tear up you don't understand how AMAZING that chapter was like i was cracking up omg AND THE BIRTHDAY CAFE AND SPRING DANCE SCENES OMGGG DONT GET ME STARTEDDDD SOOO CUTE I WANTED TO CRYYYY like frl butterflies evey time it said smth abt megumi staring like omg OMGOMGOMGOGMG ty so much for putting your blood sweat and tears into this chapter bc it's exactly what i needed
liar, liar masterlist here:
took a break from studying in my school’s library to quickly try and respond to the messages in my inbox, and i smiled so hard when i saw ur user 🫢
TEARS OF JOY, I’M HOPING? THE ANGST HASN’T HIT YET, so at the moment, it’s just a slice of life 🙂‍↕️ you’re welcome ml <3
megumi stares at y/n and he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. to him, it’s just him judging his friend for being stupid. not anything else ofc ( 👀 )
YOU ARE WELCOME. the blood, sweat and tears is SO worth it when i receive such kind messages like this. thank you so much for being polite enough to leave them after every chapter 😫💕
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stanford-photography · 10 months ago
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Dreamscape 01 By Jeff Stanford, 2024 Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year ago
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There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.
#I think also because I'm a very nostalgic person - THOUGH not in the way that somep poeple mean when they say nostalgia because I've realiz#ed that to some people apparently it means like.. more of a sad emotional thing? Or when I talk about being nostalgic they say 'me too' and#then describe how they're always depressed dwelling on the past wishing they could revisit it and replaying it and feeling sad and etc.#Whereas for me - it's not in a deep or emotional way at all. It's very detached - kind of like someone who is doing like a scientific#cataloguing of something? I don't feel any remorse or sadness or longing or sitting there sobbing for hours over people/pets I've lost or#etc. It's more like a fun contemplative excercise and extension of self analysis plus just documentation. Like I know your memory fades as#you get older OR even as stuff is actively ongoing humans have terrible recall - even the ones who are less emotional/more focused on#accuracy our minds still twist things or etc. SO I looove to have documentations of everything possible so that in the future I will have#as full and complete of a view of myself as I possibly can. sure the image will undoubtedly be a little distorted but having real evidence#of how something was at a time is very valuable. You look through old messages or letters or something and you always find other alternate#versions of yourself. Not in a worse way like inherently inferior Previous Models Of You who haven't yet been perfected but even just in a#neutral way like 'what they're saying is not a BAd thing but also is not how I would say that today.' etc. ANYWAY I find it really interest#ing to document and remember things and love revisiting the past - not in a sad way - but just like. curiosity. reminiscing and recalling#and filling in gaps. or trying to have the same feeling I felt at a previous time so I can remember what it was. Collecting information for#documentation purposes. Like for example - I would love to go back and tour all of my old childhood houses/apartments. Not to like#sit in the middleof them and cry and go 'ohhh my childhood waughhh' - but literally because I want to take detailed photographs so I#can remeber exatly what they looked like and recreate them in sims or some other digital way. Why? idk. just to gather the information. If#I ever live to like 80 years old and I'm still reflecting on my life curious about the dteails of it. I want to be able to fire up my#ancient windows 10 laptop I've kept all these years and open up the sims 4 and tour my old home with accuracy etc. ??#Not sure why really. Maybe an extension of how I generally care a lot about having an 'accurate' view of things? Like I would rather be#accurate than be happy. I don't understand 'ignorance is bliss' because I would always rather know. I always always in any situation am mor#focused on 'what is the well researched practical truth' than about 'how does this make me feel' or etc. Truth above ALL else even if it#were to make me miserable. Aka why I'm a 'boring' 'annoying' 'UM actually..' type of killjoy lol because it's very hard for me to understan#that some people can enjoy something or have a good time even not knowing the full facts of a situation or etc. BUT anyway. since that is#some core driver of my personality for whatever reason (just the plague of ennegram type 5 perhaps lol) maybe that also drives me to my#kind of minor obsession with like 'I must have a complete view and calatoguing of my life that is as accurate as possible within the means#i have' . Is it REALLY important for me to know the exact layout of on of my first childhood bedrooms? no. materially it does nothing for m#in life. BUT hey. it would make a great addition to the Accurate Life Story Catalogue lol. ANYWAY.. But I think a lot of wanting to live in#one place forever is not just the ease of documentation. but the sense of having a constant. Much of what i crave most in life is stability#& familiarity &routine bc of how my brain works. And it just would feel so good to be Settled. Never uproot again. One little place FOREVER
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chirpsythismorning · 2 years ago
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I know Mike and Will were practically glued to each others sides at the end of s4, which I do think was obviously meant to foreshadow the events to come related to byler endgame and them playing a big role in defeating vecna as a team.
However, I cannot simply let go of the angsty prospects that come with Will avoiding Mike in early s5.
Like imagine both El AND Will avoiding Mike for a little bit at the start of the season after a major event or two…
We already know why El would be ignoring him, as she was literally doing just that by the end of s4.
But Will on the other hand, I think it would take something substantial for him to go from going along with Mike’s returning clingyness, to avoiding him…
And yet, I do think a dream (nightmare) or more specifically, a vision from Vecna, could very well have Will changing his tune…
Imagine Mike confronting Will about it, coming off as hurt almost, only for Will to apologize and then try to explain he just wanted to give him and El space and not mess up stuff like he did last time…
I just… I DONT even want to imagine Mike’s reaction to finding out Will is avoiding him bc he thinks that Mike wants to be alone with El without him there at all bc of what he said at rink o mania…
Also me: *proceeds to imagine it in excruciating detail’
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faetouchedandfangs-hub · 2 months ago
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reading the word gentrify but all my brain can think of is gentry-fy
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wetslug · 4 months ago
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just spent 30 mins trying to learn any, legit any, kind of dance. humbling experience
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palamedeeznuts · 2 years ago
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Bea used to be a morning person, adhering to the convent's bedtimes and early dawn training sessions. In Switserland, she tries to cling to this rhythm, wake up at 6AM for a morning run and return to find Ava still out cold.
But her hours at the bar gradually start to catch up with her and she sleeps through her alarm once, then twice (Ava is insufferable about it for a week), until once, she rouses just as Ava starts to stir, rays of sunlight framing her face, and they float towards consciousness together, spend 15 lazy minutes in bed, chatting in rough voices, before Ava crawls out to make tea. And Bea never sets an alarm again.
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