#sad song in the sand :

[m-e-w-666]

gays give me names and/or links to good wlw songs THAT ARE NOT SAD pls and ty

[chaos0pikachu]

Boston is the only one in that friend group that would know Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels by Todrick Hall word for word

[aro-aizawa]

me, downloading the mobile miku game on a whim: hm this’ll look like a fun little idle game to play

35+ hours later: i have made a mistake

[horizon-verizon]

Though in great pain, the king did not retreat to his bedchamber again, nor avail himself of dreamwine or milk of the poppy, but immediately set to pronouncing judgment upon the three “dayfly kings” who had ruled King’s Landing during the Moon of Madness. The squire was the first to face his wroth, and was sentenced to die for high treason. A brave boy, Trystane was at first defiant when dragged before the Iron Throne, until he saw Ser Perkin the Flea standing with the king. That took the heart from him, says Mushroom, but even then the youth did not plead his innocence nor beg for mercy, but asked only that he might be made a knight before he died. This boon King Aegon granted, whereupon Ser Marston Waters dubbed the lad (his fellow bastard) Ser Trystane Fyre (“Truefyre,” the name the boy had bestowed upon himself, being deemed presumptuous), and Ser Alfred Broome struck his head off with Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror. The fate of the Cunny King, Gaemon Palehair, was kinder. Having just turned five, the boy was spared on account of his youth and made a ward of the Crown. His mother, Essie, who had presumed to style herself Lady Esselyn during her son’s brief reign, confessed under torture that Gaemon’s father was not the king, as she had previously claimed, but rather a silver-haired oarsman off a trading galley from Lys. Being lowborn and unworthy of the sword, Essie and the Dornish whore Sylvenna Sand were hanged from the battlements of the Red Keep, together with twenty-seven other members of “King” Gaemon’s court, an ill-favored assortment of thieves, drunkards, mummers, beggars, whores, and panders.

Fire and Blood, by GRRM, pg 554-555

Aegon II after Rhaenyra’s Death – the Shepherd, Trystane Truefyre,and Gaemon Palehair Pt.1

[stuffedsand]

oughg half has such a pretty mv..............

[girldraki]

while we’re in theory wholly supportive of deco 27 doing an entire miku birthday song that is just vaguing sand planet it is kind of a shame that uh. the song is not as good as sand planet lmao

[musicalyeetreblr]

Happy belated sweet 16 miku

[nazuna-tunnel-vision]

me tuning in to the elements animation for the 15 secs that ex-valk appears and then disappearing ✌️

[daily-coloring]

Best of 2022 - Movies

Including morbid social criticism, soon-to-be cult thrillers, and unconventional fairy tales.

01. Triangle of Sadness - Dir: Ruben Ostlund - 2022 - Watched it twice so far but I’ll watch it again soon, that’s for sure. It’s just genius. He is a genius director. So far all of his films are my favorites. 

02. Everything Everywhere all at Once - Dir: Dan Kwan - 2022

03. Parrallel Mothers - Dir: Pedro Almodovar - 2022 - I never cry in the cinema almost ever, but I did when I watched this. 

04. Riders of Justice - Dir: Anders Thomas Jensen - 2020 - Laughed so much and so loud, everyone were looking at me on a plane and they couldn’t figure out what’s wrong with me. 

05. The Lost Daughter - Dir: Maggie Gyllenhaal - 2021

06. The Father - Dir: Florian Zeller - 2020

07. Good Luck To You, Leo Grande - Dir: Sophie Hyde - 2022

08. House of Sand and Fog - Dir: Vadim Perelman - 2003

09. Spencer - Dir: Pablo Larrain - 2021

10. Help - Dir: Marc Munden - 2021

11. Licorice Pizza - Dir: Paul Thomas Anderson - 2021

12. Knife + Heart - Dir: Yann Gonzales - 2018 - Gay porn and murder in ‘70s Paris with Vanessa Paradies? Sold. Also dildo knives are scary as fuck!!!

13. Great Freedom - Dir: Sebastian Meise - 2021

14. After Love - Dir: Aleem Khan - 2020

15. Rainbow - Dir: Paco Leon - 2022 -  Paco Leon, delivers a new fresh concept of Dorothy. Dora (maybe like Marco) is looking for her mother whom she has never met. Definitely not for everyone’s taste. Some people call it “pure art” others “wasted time”. Which one are you? 

16. The Mitchells vs The Machines - Dir: Michael Rianda - 2021

17. Another Round - Dir: Thomas Vinterberg - 2020

18. The Nest - Dir: Sean Durkin - 2020

19. Catherine Called Birdy - Dir: Lena Dunham - 2022

20. The Worst Person in The World - Dir: Joachim Trier - 2021

21. The Wonder - Dir: Sebastian Lelio - 2022

22. I’m Your Man - Dir: Maria Schader - 2021

23. As Far as I Know - Dir: Lorincz Nandor & Nagy Balint - 2020

24. 15 Years - Dir: Yuval Habadi - 2019

25. By The Grace of God - Dir: Francois Ozon - 2018

26. Rams - Dir: Grimur Hakonarson - 2015

27. All My Friends Hate Me - Dir: Andrew Gaynord - 2021 - You sometimes sympathise with Pete, you sometimes hate him. But you're always thinking about what is going on!

28. All The Old Knives - Dir: Janus Metz - 2022

29. Swan Song - Dir: Todd Stephens - 2021

30. The High Note - Dir: Nisha Ganatra - 2020 - Loved it. It's not rocket science but it's thoroughly enjoyable. Easy to watch, some great one-liners, excellent performances... Haters gonna hate no matter what. 

[torgawl]

still very much obsessed with the ost from the new desert region in sumeru

[dunetevenn]

Wishing Cedric could cover my face in kisses rn...

Holding my face in his hands, and just giving me smooches everywhere

With some "I love you"s thrown in between 2 kisses

[second-wife-playbook]

The bedroom felt too quiet without the even sound of Striker's breathing in it. Cori didn't expect to fall asleep at all. Perhaps the anxiety attack she'd suffered was enough to wear her out.

She woke to stars in the sand and sky.

Night never came to Wrath. There was always that safe glow on the horizon, always a light, a beacon. But in her dreams, that light was gone. The stars above were cold, and falling into the sand. She felt a heavy chill, half sunk into the dunes, watching the sky fall in shimmering streaks. The comets that dropped from the sky in a flash of color and light before landing on the ground. Still star shaped...but they were turning black.

It felt so lonely. So very, very lonely.

"Goosebumps on my skin-" Her voice murmured softly in that all encompassing desert. "-Hairs on the back of my neck. Where do you begin? Where does the fantasy end?"

There was no sign of an end. The horizon was just dark sands in all directions. No way of telling where the sun rose or set. No way of knowing whether she'd been on this journey for months or was starting from scratch all over again.

But she stood.

She walked.

She sang.

"I was lost, you found me Left my whole world behind me I'm dizzy, you're jaded We slowly self-destructed~

"You Make it hard to love you Is that why you Make it hard to love you~"

Her heart was swelling fit to burst. Desire yes, but also regret. Regret that she had let herself come so far, for nothing. Let herself feel so much, want so much, for nothing.

What good was it for a Goetia to dream anyway?

He'll never love you back.

"Goosebumps on my skin Hairs on the back of my neck (stand up) Where do you begin? And where does the fantasy end? It's drivin' me wild To know that I can't have you Drivin' me wild To know that I can't have you anymore~"

"Anymore Anymore Anymore~"

In the stars, new constellations formed, linking thin threads. He was there. Of course. Her axis had moved on his gravity, her world flipped on his barest touch.

She was there too.

The woman he really loved.

"They said you Had her once, you lost her A family you had loved before You're burning, you’re angry Why can't you tell me truly?"

"You Make it hard to love you You know that you Make it hard to love you~"

Her feet dragged through the dark sand. The lovers in the stars, with him still holding her hand as tenderly as he'd held hers. And yet when her stars fell, his own fell apart, his constellation unraveling.

Of course he loved her.

He would always.

But he can't have her anymore.

Because of people like you.

"Goosebumps on my skin (goosebumps on my skin) Hairs on the back of my neck (stand up) Where do you begin? And where does the fantasy end? It's drivin' me wild To know that I can't have you (you can't have me) Drivin' me wild To know that I can't have you anymore~"

"Anymore Anymore Anymore~"

She was so tired. All Cori could do was sink to her knees. The sand swirled and shifted like a sea, and she began to sink as if her limbs were turning to lead. No instinct to fight, to swim, to keep her head above the sands existed any longer.

She watched the stars and let herself be swallowed, her voice murmuring the last words...

"No-no-no, no-no-no I can’t have you anymore No-no-no, no-no-no You can't have me anymore~"

The dusk laid outside the window.

Helpless to conquer the night inside her mind.

Gimme Shelter

@second-wife-playbook

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Striker nodded, his gaze softening as he listened to Cori.

"You're right, Cori. I didn't know ya then, and I didn't know how much I'd change."

He took a step closer, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Thank ya for understandin'. I know it ain't easy to hear, and I appreciate ya takin' it in stride. I reckon I do owe Stolas an apology, though like ya said, it ain't practical. Maybe someday, if the chance comes."

Striker sighed, the weight on his shoulders seeming a bit lighter.

"Although, in my defense, he kept makin' sexual comments when I was tryin' to do my job, so I got understandably angry."

[siravalondulac]

jon snow and elle sand from meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

[bisexualnamjoonie]

back on my bullshit (injecting sea into my brain)

[stuffedsand]

Why do some milgran songs make me so unreasonably sad

[kalisbaby]

“From the River to the Sea.” A Poem by Samer Abu Hawwash, translated by Huda Fakhreddine

every street, every house, every room, every window, every balcony, every wall, every stone, every sorrow, every word, every letter, every whisper, every touch, every glance, every kiss, every tree, every spear of grass, every tear, every scream, every air, every hope, every supplication, every secret, every well, every prayer, every song, every ballad, every book, every paper, every color, every ray, every cloud, every rain, every drop of rain, every drip of sweat, every lisp, every stutter, every yamma, mother, every yaba, father, every shadow, every light, every little hand that drew in a little notebook a tree or house or heart or a family of a father, a mother, siblings, and pets, every longing, every possibility, every letter between two lovers that arrived or didn’t arrive, every gasp of love dispersed in the distant clouds, every moment of despair at every turn, every suitcase on top of

every closet, every library, every shelf, every minaret, every rug, every bell toll in every church, every rosary, every holy praise, every arrival, every goodbye, every Good Morning, every Thank God, every ‘ala rasi, my pleasure, every hill ‘an sama’i, leave me alone, every rock, every wave, every grain of sand, every hair-do, every mirror, every glance in every mirror, every cat, every meow, every happy donkey, every sad donkey’s gaze, every pot, every vapor rising from every pot, every scent, every bowl, every school queue, every school shoes, every ring of the bell, every blackboard, every piece of chalk, every school costume, every mabruk ma ijakum, congratulations on the baby, every y ‘awid bi-salamtak, condolences, every ‘ayn al- ḥasud tibla bil-‘ama, may the envious be blinded, every photograph, every person in every photograph, every niyyalak, how lucky, every ishta’nalak, we’ve missed you, every grain of wheat in every bird’s gullet, every lock of hair, every hair knot, every hand, every foot, every football, every finger, every nail, every bicycle, every rider on every bicycle, every turn of air fanning from every bicycle, every bad joke, every mean joke, every laugh, every smile, every curse, every yearning, every fight, every sitti, grandma, every

sidi, grandpa, every meadow, every flower, every tree, every grove, every olive, every orange, every plastic rose covered with dust on an abandoned counter, every portrait of a martyr hanging on a wall since forever, every gravestone, every sura, every verse, every hymn, every ḥajj mabrur wa sa ‘yy mashkur, may your ḥajj and effort be rewarded, every yalla tnam yalla tnam, every lullaby, every red teddy bear on every Valentine’s, every clothesline, every hot skirt, every joyful dress, every torn trousers, every days-spun sweater, every button, every nail, every song, every ballad, every mirror, every peg, every bench, every shelf, every dream, every illusion, every hope, every disappointment, every hand holding another hand, every hand alone, every scattered thought, every beautiful thought, every terrifying thought, every whisper, every touch, every street, every house, every room, every balcony, every eye, every tear, every word, every letter, every name, every voice, every name, every house, every name, every face, every name, every cloud, every name, every rose, every name, every spear of grass, every name, every wave, every grain of sand, every street, every kiss, every image, every eye, every tear, every yamma, every yaba, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, all…