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Interview with the vampire 1.01

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I can't keep quiet about this!

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Love, Live, Love, Die. It’s a circle, Cas.

This was originally done for my composition class, but here you go.

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未熟だったティエリアの心を優しく開花させたニール。友情？恋？愛？どう呼ぶかは別にして、その想いはとても深い

"It was Neil who gently coaxed Tieria's immature heart to bloom. Friendship? Romance? Love? Whatever you may choose to call it, the feelings that blossomed forth are incredibly deep."

from Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Meister Portrait, volume 4: Tieria Erde

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hexorcists 8 or 33, depending on what mood you're in lmao

sooo i realized i did #33 here for them for the same fic meme like 8 years ago (we have really been here forever!)

8. Ah, unrequited love.  When your best isn’t enough. (Participation medals of the heart.)

by now, it's mostly a long quiet ache stretched out over seven years but you've learned to make something akin to friends with it.

he says your name all wrong these days, says the wrong name even, and you haven't corrected him in years.

it as if there's a fear that something would happen if he said the right one, that he'd invoke some ancient curse upon you both that would scorch the earth where you stood and leave nothing in its wake.

in your darker, selfish moments, you'd welcome it, can wish for nothing more.

you watch his throat in profile after a strenuous exorcism, his jaw tight, his breathing ragged.

there’s something especially haunting about the sight of him in this moment. the ferocity in his eyes makes you shiver in spite of yourself. you think if he ever looked at you with those eyes, you'd forget your own name: head of eleven houses reduced to whatever he wanted you to be, whatever he wanted you to do.

in your less selfish moments, you think, with some amusement, it is perhaps for the greater good that he doesn't. 

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We Are Hard on Each Other by Margaret Atwood i We are hard on each other and call it honesty, choosing our jagged truths with care and aiming them across the neutral table. The things we say are true; it is our crooked aims, our choices turn them criminal. ii Of course your lies are more amusing: you make them new each time. Your truths, painful and boring repeat themselves over & over perhaps because you own so few of them iii A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon? iv Does the body lie moving like this, are these touches, hair, wet soft marble my tongue runs over lies you are telling me? Your body is not a word, it does not lie or speak truth either. It is only here or not here.

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GIRLS IN MY PHONE. WE CAN DO IT

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Antony Gormley: 'Quantum Cloud' Series (2000) medium: steel

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we ask that the defense not say "me when i lie" while the witness testifies

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Вадим Дракон Birthday present for my friend @herbebomb

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The canon fact about Bartimaeus wearing BOTH Kitty's and Nathaniel's guises after PG, as well as keeping Ptolemy's form as his favourite is so fitting and painful at the same time.

Your face is the face of people you loved. The people you hated. The people you cherished. The people you were ready to die for. The people you were ready to die with. The people you let to live and never return. The people who let you to live and never return. You are none but a mirror of the ones you weren't able to hold in your hands even at their last breath. You have no tears to pour and no smile to hide them. You are their echo that carries them through the hands of the clock as the Empires countine to turn to rubble. All of the malicious postures across the pentacle look inside your face and sees theirs. And you can switch between them like you switch between your appearances in hope it would ease your pain but it never does. You can anything and everything but each time you chose to engeave their features in your own guise. You are their pain and their memory and their only hope for their names — the real ones — to exist even after the universe itself allows them to vanish.

In the end you are none but your mistakes. None but your choices. None but your freedom and the luck of it. You are none but them in the face of their eternal absence.

In the end, you are none but grief.

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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they can never take our hey tiger

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Kitchen, 3am

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gin-san is sick and tired of this shit

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new natori art from Lala magazine august issue's "polaraid of 6 handsome guys dripping water" (literally the title of the special bonus i am not joking)