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haley heynderickx, jo / arthur kearns via @obsob / minnie bruce pratt, the fact of the garden 
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Halloween, 1998
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Sue Zhao
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“Don’t cry or ‘mope’ or ‘attention seek’ after I punish you because I don’t like feeling bad about the pain I caused you, but also don’t be too cheerful or cavalier because I want to really be able to tell that I hurt you, and also you can’t get support or comfort from any source other than me because if your siblings are nicer to you than me I will look like the bad guy and you won’t think I’m the best person you know and I have to be the best person you know so that you will feed my ego and give me power and control and let me do whatever I want,” was certainly…….a take. Like, that was a take. That was a hot take. Took some real mental gymnastics to get there but ya hit a slam dunk, bud. It worked like a charm.
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i like girls who specialize in looking innocent and sweet while having the darkest most fucked up thoughts imaginable
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Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos
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On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene Foreheads of houses. A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice Astonishing the brickwork. It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon— And I, whose childhood Is a forgotten boredom, Feel like a child Who comes on a scene Of adult reconciling, And can understand nothing But the unusual laughter, And starts to be happy.
— Philip Larkin, “Coming”
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you can’t fix me but you could fuck me. so
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noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴
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The Course of Empire is a series of five paintings created by Thomas Cole and The series of paintings depicts the growth and fall of an imaginary city.
The first painting,The Savage, depicts the ideal state of the natural world. It is a healthy world, unchanged by humanity.
The second painting The Arcadian or Pastoral State, shows humanity at peace with the land.
The third painting, The Consummation of Empire, shifts the viewpoint to the opposite shore, approximately the site of the clearing in the first painting.  The look of the painting suggests the height of Ancient Rome. The decadence seen in every detail of this cityscape foreshadows the inevitable fall of this mighty civilization.
In the fourth painting, Destruction, it seems that a fleet of enemy warriors has overthrown the city's defenses, sailed up the river, and is busy ransacking the city and killing its inhabitants.
The fifth painting, Desolation, shows the results decades later. This gloomy picture suggests how all empires could be after their fall. It is a harsh possible future in which humanity has been destroyed by its own hand.
Wikipedia.
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“I wish you to know
that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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“I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for the evening calm, I’m waiting for our time, the oblique light, this pause between day and night. Peace will come, surely. But I can imagine no other peace than that of our two bodies bound together, of our gaze given over to each other - I have no other homeland but you.”
— Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 17, 1949 [#71]
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