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isa6697 · 1 year
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Au pan coupé/Wall Engravings (Guy Gilles, 1967)
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asinglemanpdf · 2 years
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Au Pan Coupé, Guy Gilles, 1968
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rubd · 2 years
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2 ou 3 choses que je sais d’elle (Jean-Luc Godard, 1967) Au pan coupé (Guy Gilles, 1968)
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fakirvav · 1 year
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anımsamanın yıkıcı hasretinde biraz soluklanmaya çalışanların filmi
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Guy Gilles, Au Pan Coupé, 1968
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yasmeensh · 4 months
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About Neanderteen's blind sister, I was thinking about some of her idle habits. Playing with her hands a lot, her nails, grabbing onto grass and mud when sitting down. Also shortly after their introduction, her brother gets her an epic wolf pelt. I need to draw her in it >:)
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fanaticalthings · 2 years
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jason pegs me as someone who really likes bread idk why
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flowercrowngods · 6 months
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i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.
you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.
and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts
#how do you miss me when you won't talk to me? how do you like me so much and then go to just. not?#how did i let you in when i try so hard not to let people do that because i know that once they get past the walls all i'll be left with#is the idea of them rotting and withering inside me. polluting the space i create to keep myself safe.#why does everyone leave? leave in silence too. leaving behind so many questions and so many words engraved in my brain#i am so tired of *grieving* when those i grieve are still alive and well and thriving and i'm reminded that it's versions of myself#that i'm grieving instead. how do you grieve yourself? how do you not fucking fall apart over it?#just. fucking talk to me. don't make it be true that all i'll ever be is nothingness and the memory of someone you liked once#but never never never liked enough#i'm so so cold already. i'm a shell. i want to be warm again but it always leaves me so hollow and hurting#i grieve the dio who was warm. i grieve them i miss them i am so so angry that he had to leave. to hide. with no way out#i'm happy for you. i'm happy you're happy. but you're no better than anyone else and it makes me want to run away again#but i have nowhere else to run and no one else to be. and it's so fucked that it doesn't matter who i am i'll never be enough#for someone to just. stay. to see me and to stay. to hear me and to sit and listen and just. just fucking stay.#maybe i'm not worth staying for. maybe there's nothing to know nothing to hear nothing to see nothing to listen to nothing to find#maybe all i'll ever get is one/two good months paid for with a lifetime of grief. and i'm at the point where i don't want the good months#anymore with you or anyone else who tears down these walls with affection that is so endlessly addictive and leaves me yearning.#on the off chance that it will keep the grief away too. but that's the thing about grief isn't it? it's here to stay. unlike you#god this is so fucked up and i'll delete this later but for now i just need to. let it out. poe said i should make a side blog for the grie#but poe's not there anymore. poe has stopped starting fires. so this goes on main until shame makes me take it down#blah#personal#not st
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elcheese · 4 months
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Where there is Dust sans content, I lurk.
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whinlatter · 26 days
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Why is beasts the best thing I’ve ever come across?!!! Like OMG
I’ve always adored Ginny and was always sad that we dont have enough content for the deep character she is. So reading this made me really happy.
Like how interesting is her story??? The diary, her 6th year??? So much lore to explore and you are nailing it. All the things I cannot write but only imagine are coming to life through your words haha (this should have paid access in my opinion🙈)
And your portrayal of Harry toooo!! So so good, very realistic. And their relationship!! ughhshsh How do you write like that???
Just finished all of it and im so excited of what to come with the trial and everything!!
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b00mrz · 2 years
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Not the hermits going thru the portal like they're going on a road trip
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asinglemanpdf · 2 years
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Au pan coupé, Guy Gilles, 1967
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sinni-ok-sessi · 6 months
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making a commitment to actually putting up some of the prints I have
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taechnological · 9 months
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i'm sorry but i'm still stuck at i wish u could love me again no i don't want nobody else
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