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starei · 7 months ago
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oh to be called "my love" by your favourite person in the whole world
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teafish · a year ago
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“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”
— 1987-2020, Naya Rivera
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trashpits · 3 months ago
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i just wanna give a shout-out to he/theys and she/theys. i hope everyone mixes it up for you.
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mjalti · a year ago
romance is a form of creativity. it is the ability to see the potential for beauty in the everyday. freezing flowers in ice so they release floral notes as they melt; learning to draw; taking the scenic way--these acts ask us to leave behind the pragmatic and pay attention to the fanciful, the sensory. in a world devoted to efficiency and productivity, living with romance is a way of reclaiming ones own life. it is a way of saying: being alive is worthwhile for its own sake because i make it so.
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fotogrimsi · a month ago
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iheartcapybaras · a month ago
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HI. This is a series I’ve been doing. I’ll try to post one a day or so. I will likely miss some days because this is how I am. BUT I have 5 queued. Please enjoy!(:
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lauranoncrede · 3 months ago
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RIP Helen McCrory (1968-2021)
I don’t think I’ve ever been interested in any play about the happy, successful, lighter moments of life. I think that’s a very modern, pervasive idea in our entertainment, whether it’s on Instagram or in fiction, to show only the good and the perfect side of yourself. It’s just a lie and it’s very dull, and it’s nothing that anyone should even strive for.
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poetry-siir · 5 months ago
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Tengo un gran racimo de fantasías que cuelgan del árbol de mi mente... como memoria ancestral y eucaristía que heredé, "de los antepasados silentes".
Tengo un torno donde doy forma a los sueños y antropológica arcilla esperando... que nuestras manos moldeen los cimientos " de la causa común del ser humano ".
Quiero que vengas conmigo a esa duna donde oníricas sensaciones florecen... y cortemos las flores más sabias y puras para esparcirlas por este mundo indigente.
Quiero que llueva amor en las almas para que nazcan de nuevo, " sus vidas "... y se llenen, - de fantasías tempranas !! ... que del ser " exilien, tanta mentira ".
Vamos a dibujar un mundo sin amos, sin miedos ni simas, para llenarlas... de sentenciados pobres y esclavos encadenados por siempre a su desgracia.
Y cuando el mundo aprenda a tolerarse y a convivir sin guerras ni enredos... ya no hará falta, " ser juez ni parte ", y enterraremos, estériles ideas y credos.
Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek
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melisscan · 3 months ago
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starei · 7 months ago
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concept: you wrap your whole body around mine and lay your head on my chest and we sleep in for 52 hours
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fotogrimsi · a month ago
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