walkable cities also means sittable cities send tweet
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I don’t even care who fucking wins the presidency this year look at this
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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a nervous young man
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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it
You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u
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normalize sexualizing that old woman without having mommy issues. maybe i don't want to be her pet because i'm traumatized. maybe i want to be her pet because she's hot. you ever think of that.
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Had a dream that my partner and I were trying to find a single seat on a very crowded bus, and among all the human passengers was a rat taking up a seat. I was like "Why not just take the seat and hold the rat in your lap?" and partner was like
No,
that's HIS seat
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Zac Oyama is the funniest person on this show because the ABSOLUTE lack of hesitantion to move to the dm seat and not only enable but fully spur on Ally's development of K2's character- and he's so into it too like he recaps everything dramatically.
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okay but !! jealous Ghost listening to the reader talk about their tinder date.
"Soap, he was fucking 6 feet tall, shoulde—"
"Taller than I am?"
From the deep rumble of Ghost’s voice, you raised a brow.
"No one’s fucking taller than you are, Ghost. Anyway," you turned back to grinning Soap, "he had shoulders for goddamn days, and his fucking hands—" You let out a deep breath, your voice touched with breathless amusement. "Soap, I swear when he touched me, I—"
The feeling of something reaching for your fingers cut your sentence short, and all it took was one glance down for your breathing to cling to your throat.
Resting against the palm of your hand were five fingers, covered by a skeleton glove. So much bigger than yours.
Longer, thicker.
Belonging to your fucking Lieutenant.
“Bigger than mine, yeah?”
You raised your sight to meet the gaze of Ghost, his head ever so slightly tilted, his eyes dark with amusement.
“No.” Your voice was slightly breathless as his fingers brushed against yours. “Not bigger than yours, sir.”
With a deep chuckle and his gaze not leaving yours, Ghost took a step back. “You’ll do well to remember that, darlin’.”
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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "I Have a Seat in the Abandoned Theater" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)
[Text ID: I say: How is this my concern? I'm a spectator / He says: No spectators at chasm's door ... and no / one is neutral here. And you must choose / your part in the end]
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