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lost-in-time-marie · 1 month
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There’s something about the gossamer of these sheer white curtains that strikes me. Maybe the way the winds move through them, makes them an alive and writhing thing. Or the way they remind me of the ocean, billowing out towards me, yearning to touch me, and then retreating away suddenly timid. I like images like that. Curtains blowing gently beside a thrown open window leading to a twinkling inky black sky. A large flock of birds that abruptly disperse, some unknown telepathic communication between them, as they soar off into the distance into some secret part of the world not meant for me. My soul recognizes something in these glimpses and fragments of fleeting moments. I don’t know what it is; a goodbye, an escape, a fleeing departure. I don’t have words for why my soul instinctively wants to leap out that window into the sky or bubble up and away with the birds.
~K.
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thewebcomicsreview · 4 months
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komihn · 5 months
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Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!
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kitkatpancakestack · 10 days
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unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.
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elwenyere · 5 months
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— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “A Rant About ‘Technology’”
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obvs acab but the scottish police force have the chance to do the funniest thing right now
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spacecravat · 9 months
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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
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leclercari · 3 months
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i need everyone to hear the story of colman domingo meeting his husband bc it's just the most beautiful thing i've ever heard
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suncaptor · 4 months
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Let's go
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iamnotajackolantern · 4 months
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tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now
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lost-in-time-marie · 6 days
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The Days I Miss You
Today, I turn around in my chair to peer at the reflection made in the sunlight. I don’t know why, but somehow the world looks more crisp and perfected in this facsimile than when I attempt to spin around and appreciate the landscape with my own eyes. When I look at her through this portal, the fading rays of sunshine catch her skin, and there is only smooth, pale white planes. She has sharp features to her face, an angular nose, more striking than beautiful. Wide, bottomless hazel eyes, more green than brown. Her lips settled into a smooth curved line. Her fine, wavy brown tendrils are tied back, as they often are these days, there’s entirely too much of them anymore, sticking to sweaty armpits and hot necks. And for a moment, everything looks so beautiful and pleasant in this parallel dimension I was observing. I couldn’t figure out how to get my hand to pass through the glass, to touch it, feel its warm, assuring grasp on my own skin.
I start to think about great loves, as I often do on the days I start to miss you. I remember reading the short story in one of my freshmen English composition or literature courses, just a little scene, a teenage boy working the register and a beautiful girl comes through his line. He describes her in pages, creates one of my favorite literary devices, “the two smoothest scoops of vanilla I had ever seen”. And I wonder what it’s like to be loved like that, and if I ever had, and if I even believed that kind of love existed anymore. Today, I’m emotional. Those unexpected tears burst forward, just a moment, as I catch myself pondering every thing that is and ever was or will be. And I don’t know to turn that off, the everything that rushes through me everyday, demanding someone put them up while they travel the area.
Today, I resist the urge to tell you I miss you, to start the conversation, to make contact. And I still don’t know that this is the right way, I still stubbornly want to believe in a life where we can still touch briefly, intermittently. I’m drifting further and further from the edge of the ice rink, I can’t hold the wall anymore, and I can see it there, and it does look comfortable and I welcome the idea of some sort of rescue, keep me from getting knocked down by the better skaters or creaming myself against the hard and unforgiving center ice. On shaky and uncertain legs I try to leave the wall behind, try to test out a different choice, a different behavior, and see if I can’t get a different outcome.
~K.
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planet-nox · 7 months
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wearing no panties around the house 24/7 so you can bend me over and breed me whenever you like
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v1ckycupid · 3 months
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walk up behind me, flip up my skirt, move my panties to the side and slip your cock in whenever you want. keep pounding me over and over and over again until i’m struggling to stand properly. when you cum, keep going. use the old cum for lube. only leave me when you want to, but leave me a sore, used, dripping mess.
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