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tagswoman · 11 days
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jauntilyplacedcaps · 1 year
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justmurderhim1 · 1 year
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tsc: Never gonna make you cry! green: Never gonna say goodbye! tsc: Never gonna tell a lie— yellow: I will hurt you.
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dribs-and-drabbles · 11 months
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No one:
Absolutely no one:
Pran in Our Skyy 2:
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Me:
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hyunjinz · 2 years
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ryuki-blogs · 1 year
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Why am I looking at VAZ 2101s for sale? My grandpa sold his when I was 5 and I haven't recovered since.
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wizardnuke · 1 year
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SINCE I WAS A YOUNG CHILD I'VE SEEN A LOT OF RAIN YOU ASKED ME ARE YOU HAPPY I SAID I CAN'T EXPLAIN I TOLD YOU A MONSTER WAH OH AND I CAN'T SEEM TO FEEL WAH OH THEY ASKED ME ARE YOU HAPPY WAH OH SAID NO BUT I AM REAL
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random2908 · 1 year
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WTF.
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shadowsandstarlight · 2 years
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D’you ever walk by someone you used to be friends with who you never wanted to stop being friends with but life just got in the way and you know that you’re never gonna see them again after a specific point and you wanna say anything even just a proper goodbye but you don’t know how because it would be weird so you just keep walking
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vickihinze · 2 years
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Music and Memories by Julie Arduini
Music and Memories by Julie Arduini
Earlier this month I had the opportunity to see Elton John in his Goodbye Yellow Brick Road farewell tour in Syracuse. This came about suddenly and was a gift, so off I went with my sister, my nephew, and our dear friend we first met when I was in college a few decades (gasp!) ago. I became quite reflective during the event as video screens highlighted Elton’s career. It seemed many of his songs…
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motownfiction · 2 years
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you make me feel like i am whole again
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A little while after Will gets home, he asks Elenore to take Emma for a cookie. Elenore pretends not to understand why he’s asking, which he appreciates. After spending the first seven years of her life in basements and tiny apartments with her very young parents, she’s learned to mind her P’s and Q’s.
Will lies in bed with Lucy draped over his chest. She’s even letting him fiddle with her hair, which she usually hates. He can feel her smile against his ribs, which makes him smile, too.
“You’re pretty,” Will says.
Lucy laughs and kisses him right near his heart.
“Thanks,” she says. “You’re kinda pretty, too.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Pretty me. You know what Emma called me the other day?”
“Tell me.”
“She looked at me, and she said, ‘Daddy, you look like if the Scarecrow was the Tin Man.’ She said that to me. And I’m her father!”
Lucy smacks Will lightly across the chest and laughs even harder than before.
“Oh, honey,” she says between giggles. “First your mom calls you ‘elfish Mickey Rourke;’ then your own daughter roasts you over an open fire.”
“I can’t catch a break,” Will says. “I’m surrounded by girls on all sides.”
“You love it.”
“I do. You wanna try for another one?”
Lucy sits up, leaving Will’s chest cold and exposed. She looks at him like he’s just asked her to quit her job. Maybe, in her mind, that’s exactly what he just did.
“What?” she finally asks.
“Next time,” Will says, “do you wanna try for another baby?”
Judging by the way Lucy’s looking at him, he shouldn’t be so sure there will even be a next time.
“Will,” she says. “We have a daughter in college. We have another who’s going into the third grade.”
“I know how old our kids are,” Will says. “I was in the room when they were born. I’d be in the room for the next one, too. I’m a good dad, and you know it.”
“You’re the best dad. You only know the half of how much your girls love you. And if we had more kids …”
“More girls.”
“If we had more kids, period, they’d love you, too. But we just … we can’t do that to Elenore and Emma, babe. If we rock the boat on them … they might hate us for it.”
“Yeah, but they’d get used to it, wouldn’t they? Elenore was worried when you were pregnant with Emma. Now, they’re best friends. Don’t you think that would happen again?”
“Not really. Elenore is older than we were when she was born. And Emma’s not like her. Elenore is our sweetie, and Emma …”
“Emma insults her own father right to his face.”
“Exactly. And she wouldn’t show it, but being shuffled into the middle space with no warning … I think it would break her heart, baby, I really do.”
Will sighs and stares up at the ceiling. In his heart, he knows Lucy is right. He’s not sure if he has it in him to raise another kid, anyway. Becoming a parent in high school will run you ragged, but it won’t catch up with you until you’re thirty-five. Now, at thirty-six, he’s tired. He can just barely manage volunteering for field trips and bake sales in Emma’s second-grade class. Maybe he doesn’t want to do that all again in his forties. Maybe he doesn’t know what got into him. Except that’s a lie.
“I’ve just been thinking,” Will muses and takes Lucy’s hand. “With Sam being gone … I’ve been thinking … you know, we lose somebody, we make somebody. Not like a baby would take Sam’s place, but maybe …”
He doesn’t say the next thing, but he thinks it louder than ever.
Maybe I could put all that love somewhere instead of letting it spill out all over. Maybe I could put all that love somewhere instead of tripping on it.
It’s almost like Lucy can read his thoughts. She grabs his face and kisses him deeply, like the world’s about to collapse around them. When she pulls away, Will is a little surprised when it doesn’t.
“I know,” Lucy says, voice thick with the grief Will knows she’s been pretending not to have. “I know … how much you miss Sam. But I don’t know if having another baby is the best thing we can do for him.”
“Then what is?” Will asks.
Lucy sighs. She lifts his hand to her lips and gently kisses the spaces between his knuckles. He’d love it if he weren’t so crushed.
“We could talk about him,” Lucy suggests.
Will doesn’t say anything. He can’t talk about him. When he talks about Sam, he starts to think about how much he loved talking to Sam – how Sam made everything funny, exciting, and musical. How Sam always knew the right thing to say and how he understood what made everybody tick (and why). And at the end of the memories, he always asks himself why he hasn’t talked to Sam in a while. It always takes him a little too long to remember.
He doesn’t want to forget and remember anymore.
If he doesn’t talk about Sam, then Sam can stay dead. Nothing worse than those twenty seconds when he is more alive than he ever was.
Before he knows it, he’s sitting up in bed, crying. He hugs Lucy around her waist, and when she hugs him back, he wishes he could tell her he’s grateful.
“Sometimes, I don’t know where I am,” he says, trying to choke down the sobs he’s had stuck in him since December. “But then … I know where I am when I’m with you.”
“I know,” Lucy says, holding him tighter. “It’s us. That’s how it is.”
“And sometimes I think … maybe if there were more of us …”
He doesn’t finish. He can’t. Even though he knows how, he just won’t say any of it. When he was young and stupid and the only boy in the house, he thought that meant he had to be strong for his sisters. Turned out they were always stronger than he was. He just never learned how to cry like he means it. Lucy holds him closer and tighter. She kisses the top of his head like he’s a little one, and it makes him cry more.
“It’s OK,” Lucy whispers to him, even though it doesn’t feel true. “It’s OK. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”
Will inhales once before drying his eyes and standing up to look right at Lucy. Her mouth goes dry, not sure what he’s about to say.
“I love you,” he says.
And for as much as Lucy likes to hear them, those words make her blood run cold.
Will’s trapped in his sentimentality. And he’s going to forget how to leave.
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moechies · 1 month
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morning sex w satoru + sugu (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) cw boys kissing
light peeks through the cracks of the curtains, painting both your skins with gentle streaks of golden yellow.
your boyfriend’s head hovers in the crook of your shoulder, short soft strands of his hair tickling your face and neck;
his thrusts are sloppy, yet deep, brushing over every little crevice of your sweet cunt. a thin layer of slick covers you and himself, low noises of ‘pap pap pap’ that can be heard every time you feel him slide in and out of you.
“satoru.. feels s’good..” you whimper out with a wanton moan, eyes fluttering shut with a weak grasp on his bicep.
he hovers over you, not allowing you to see over his huge body.
“know it does, baby. sweet cunt was made to take me, hm?” his voice rasps next to the shell of your ear; it tickles.
lost in your pleasure, you seem to miss the small noise; a ‘click!’ that comes from opening the front door to your shared home. but even with the sweet moans that spill from your mouth, and the soft creaks of your moving mattress, he seems to hear..
he slows his pace, causing you to elicit a whine with a small scowl,
“huh? wh-what did i do..? why’d you st-stop..?”
“no princess,” he chuckles, “it isn’t you. suguru’s here.”
“w-what? i didn’t hear anything.. s’okay ‘toru.. jus’ keep going.. please.?”
before he can argue back, a creak comes from your doorknob, evident enough to have you both turning your heads to the door,
“mornin’,”
your boyfriend’s best friend stands leniently against the doorframe, left hand holding 2 small bags of a type of pastry. you lay back down below your boyfriend, tugging the thick blanket over your body and over your head in a panic,
“suguru.. what are you doin’ here?” satoru asks, a question with almost no intent of asking him to leave. “brought you two lovebirds some sweets and coffee, but looks like you guys had other plans..”
the room silences, and you pull down the sheets in hopes that suguru has left, fully expecting to re face your boyfriend;
“hey darlin’,” suguru greets above you.
your face has never reddened faster, hands desperately searching for a grip on the blanket before pulling it over your face again; but this time it’s stopped by a big, warm hand.
“don’t be shy.. your boyfriend’s right here, what’s there to be so scared of, hm?” he taunts, a small smile at the way your face flushes in embarrassment, turning your head to shoot another mean scowl at your teasing boyfriend.
“i-i.. s-sorry suguru.. t-this is probably w-weird.. m-m sorry..”
you can’t look him in the eyes, but you feel your body getting warmer whilst being the main attraction of the 2 men above you.
“nothing’s weird, don’t you think?” he teases again, a small pout at your boyfriend’s giggle.
“anyways, i gotta be on my way. let me give you a kiss goodbye, yeah?”
you look at your boyfriend in a panic, eyes pacing back and forth, looking for anything on his face that hints for what you should say.
gojo can’t help but smile at your fawn-like innocence and worried eyes much like a deer in headlights , waiting for you to take initiative.
“n-no.. do-don’t wanna. satoru would never want me to do that.. ‘nd i don’t wanna.” you whimper, hiding in the chest of your boyfriend.
now suguru pouts, an almost comical sight to satoru. he lets out a small chuckle,
“it’s okay princess. give suguru a kiss.”
you look at your boyfriend with a questionable stare, silently questioning the strange approval. his eyes sparkle of nothing but love for you, not a single bit of faux intention, nor jealously.
his best friend wastes no time pressing his soft lips onto yours, eyes agape before slowly melting into the palm of his hand. your boyfriend brings a hand to stroke the soft of your cheek, whispers of ‘good girl,’ as you lose yourself in his best friends mouth.
suguru pulls away with a ‘pop!’ wiping his spit covered mouth with the back of his hand with a laugh,
“desperate little girl.”
satoru only laughs at the comment, turning his head to meet suguru’s, in which they press their lips against each other as well; swapping spit between all three of you guys.
“h-hey.. th-that’s my boyfriend..” you whimper, attempting to claim your boyfriend back. suguru only chuckles before pulling away,
“sorryyy princess, you can have him back.” he says, having you pull him back quickly with a huff, hiding your body against his as you shoot geto a mean glare.
“hey.. ‘s okay if you do it, but not me?” gojo teases, a light flush coming across your face.
geto laughs again, turning himself toward the door, “alright, i’m really off now.” he raises a hand, signaling a goodbye before pulling the door closed with a slight crack,
“and hey, you two need to shut up.. neighbors are complaining to me again.”
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lover-praxis · 7 months
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When performance artists Marina Abramović and her partner, Ulay, decided to end their twelve-year relationship—as lovers and artistic collaborators—they marked its ending by walking the length of the Great Wall of China. “People put so much effort into starting a relationship and so little effort into ending one,” Abramović explained. On March 30, 1988, Abramović started walking from the eastern end of the Great Wall, the Gulf of Bohai on the Yellow Sea, and Ulay began walking from the western edge, in the Gobi Desert, and they each walked for ninety days, covering roughly 2,500 kilometers, until they met in the middle, where they shook hands to say goodbye. At a retrospective of Abramović’s work in Stockholm, two video screens showed scenes from The Lovers: The Great Wall Walk. One screen showed Abramović walking past camels on hard dirt covered with snow, while the other showed Ulay hiking with a walking stick over green hills. The tapes were running on a continuous loop, and it seemed beautiful to me that on those screens, years after their breakup, these two lovers still walked constantly toward each other.
Leslie Jamison, “The Breakup Museum: Archiving the Way We Were”
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spinalembrace · 1 year
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Might as well call this painting finished for how much I've been enjoying everything yellow lately. Also some tea 👇
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princemakua · 1 year
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