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buthappysoverrated · 22 days
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you BOOP miette? you BOOP her head with you paws? oh! oh! love for mutual! love for mutual for One Thousand Years!!!!
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staff · 3 months
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Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day
That's it. That's the post.
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shisasan · 1 year
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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 3 months
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Césarée (Marguerite Duras, 1978)
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wolfythewitch · 22 days
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Jon I love you but I hate drawing transitionary hair growth with a passion
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vaniloqu3nce · 1 year
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I’m sorry but THIS is one of my favorite scenes to hyperfixate on. Why doesn’t anyone talk about this? Wednesday follows Enid without a single word. Did Enid say “come with me” no, her girlfriend is simply on a leash. She follows after Enid immediately as she starts to leave without prompting because they’re GIRLFRIENDS case closed, its all the proof I needed
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apoemaday · 1 month
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Nothing
by Margaret Atwood
Nothing like love to put blood back in the language, the difference between the beach and its discrete rocks and shards, a hard cuneiform, and the tender cursive of waves; bone and liquid fish egg, desert & salt marsh, a green push out of death. The vowels plump again like lips or soaked fingers, and the fingers themselves move around these softening pebbles as around skin. The sky's not vacant and over there but close against your eyes, molten, so near you can taste it. It tastes of salt. What touches you is what you touch.
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whatafrenchmistake · 2 years
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buthappysoverrated · 5 months
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look at my cringefail son who happens to be an incredibly smart and talented doctor
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one-time-i-dreamt · 4 months
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There was no dream. It was just me, and the void. Darkness that stretched for light-years on end, or maybe only a few feet away. I couldn't tell. I knew it was a dream, however, a lucid dream. A lucid dream with no dream. It was terrifying, but calming at the same time. I wish I could go back there, find out what the void is really like, yaknow?
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onlyhere-onlynow · 2 months
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“I am aware, but I feel…” -> Who is the one that feels? Is there someone that feels? What is aware of this feeling? What is this feeling in the end?
“I am aware, but I think…” -> Who is the one that thinks? Is there someone that thinks? What is aware of this thought? What is this thought in the end?
“I am aware, but I doubt…” -> Who is the one that doubts? Is there someone that doubts? What is aware of this doubt? What is this doubt in the end?
“I am aware, but I fear…” -> Who is the one that fears? Is there someone that fears? What is aware of this fear? What is this fear in the end?
“I am aware, but I do…” -> Who is the one that “does”? Is there someone that does anything? What is aware of this “doing”? What is this “doing” in the end?
“I am aware, but I want…” -> Who is the one that wants? Is there someone that wants? What is aware of this wanting? What is this wanting in the end?
“I am aware, but I try… “ -> Who is the one that tries? Is there someone that tries? What is aware of this trying? What is this trying in the end?
“I am aware, but I see…” -> Who is the one that sees? Is there someone that’s seeing? What is aware of what is being seen? What is this “that is being seen” in the end?
Ponder on these questions and how repetitive it is. Question it all and see how you always end up with the same “thing”: NO-THING. Notice it yourself.
NoBODY feels, thinks, doubts, fears, does, wants, etc. YOU are aware of these seeming things, this illusion. They’re all equally illusionary, but at the end they’re nothing at all. No-THING is!
The only thing left is “I am aware”, but who is this “I” in the end…?
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 5 months
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The Killer (David Fincher, 2023)
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mournfulroses · 22 days
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Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Nothing," originally published in 1981
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gyokusai · 1 year
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Time Source: Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson.
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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— Ocean Vuong, Nothing
[text ID: I used to cry in a genre no one read.]
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc prompt #53
Bruce thought he knew what to expect when it came to a fight between ghosts.
Danny had always phrased it like some sort of schoolyard scuffle, or a brawl in a ring. Looking back, Danny managed to gloss over or completely deflect any details that could worry them, but Bruce really thought that it was because his son didn’t want to worry him with any concerning details.
He was really starting to regret that.
Phantom and the ancient clashed like two natural disasters converging, howling and clawing at everything around them as they forgot to put any effort into maintaining their form. Dark clouds blew cold rain down on the barely visible combatants, and it was impossible to distinguish the shriek of the fighting ghosts and the wind. Bruce could hardly find it in himself to react as crumbling stonework rained around him, and Dick pulled him completely off his feet to get him away from the calamity going on in front of him. It was nothing less than apocalyptic. It was beautiful.
(Danny was finally getting the chance to be, maybe not normal, but human with his new home. It was an unbelievably easy transition to get settled in. That should have been his first sign that something would inevitably go wrong.)
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