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memberofdps · 2 months
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I want to figure out a way to fill this hollow inside my chest, but maybe it's some kind of emotional cancer. It grows bigger and larger.
- phst
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theatregorl · 4 months
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Someone: where’d you learn to fight like that? Darling: oh, well I have two brothers someone: and, they taught you? Darling: Hm? Oh no, Dexter is pretty geeky, and Daring says a lot of stupid shit, so.. someone: ahh
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much-brighter-ink · 2 months
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This might be niche but my favorite specific brand of youtube videos are the calculus parodies of pop songs made in AP calc group projects circa 7 years ago. I Will Derive. You're My +C. they're literally immaculate
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gardenofbamboo · 7 months
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Words . Man’s greatest tool in manipulation. I’d rather communicate with our eyes , and hands . Let our bodies have conversations to completion . Our limbs intertwined as if made to be this way . Stop talking to me. Please .
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alterouslyinlove · 7 months
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i just think… i just think that.. that… boy…
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whats-in-a-username · 2 years
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CROWDED TRAIN RIDES
We save the most intense conversations
For the crowded train rides back home.
Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.
We stand in between the bustling crowd,
Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes
You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it
We talk about the day in moments.
Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,
And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.
That brings a smile to your face,
So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.
To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.
I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone
In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break
So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.
The train stops, and you forget it's time.
It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.
We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.
One of these days will be our final train ride like this
Where we talk about us.
And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.
But maybe one that's just as loved.
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foreversleepin · 2 years
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💫Blogging and stuff💫
So, I always wanted to have a blog. There is no specific reason why, I just thought it would be cool.
It took me pretty long to finally make up my mind and join tumblr because I simply didn‘t had anything to write about. I thought I needed something world moving and inspirational to blog about, but screw it. I‘m livin my dream.
So what am I gonna write about?
Welp, I talk alot. And I mean ALOT. But I got noone to listen who might find some things interesting as well, sooo that‘s why I‘m here.
Even if nobody reads my blog, I can still share what‘s on my mind without being interrupted or not taken seriously.
Tbh, even rn it feels rly good to just…talk yk? I’m not even talking about anything special but it’s rly relieving, lettin my heart speak and stuff, just sharing what‘s really goin on in my head.
If someone reads it, than maybe you want to share a few things too? Perhaps we share the same interests or find someone who does, that would be cool. (Also, feel free to ask me questions lol)
Anyways, this is a safe space, so everyone is welcomed here. Negative comments (like racist, homophobic, transphobic stuff or whatsoever) will be deleted🙌
Ig, that‘s everything for this post, see ya🤟
-ForeverSleepin
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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suiheisen · 5 months
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fascinated/horrified by this set of tweets…
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legionofpotatoes · 2 months
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Lead them to paradise.
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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
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memberofdps · 2 months
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The ceiling is a screen showing me a recap of the past and a thriller of the future. I have a ticket to it every night, alone.
-phst
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applestruda · 3 months
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THEYRE HERE
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much-brighter-ink · 3 months
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glorious-spoon · 8 months
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i'm very picky about tv shows, but my pickiness has only an incidental relationship to whether or not a show is "good". it needs to scratch a particular itch in my brain at the right moment. do i know what the right moment is? no. do i know what the itch is? also no. i can be relied upon to get instantly bored of 85% of tv shows and then turn the remaining 15% into a central facet of my personality for 3-5 business months and even i am incapable of predicting which one it'll be ahead of time.
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creepinsthings · 4 months
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“they’re all perpetrators,
don’t you dare leave here.”
i lose all power and control.
your anger slowly poisoned me.
im no better than you; I strike, you scream.
what’s a new beginning mean?
if i don’t make it out alive, will I ever leave?
lost my identity, friends and family,
hopeless love, ive had enough.
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