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Last night I couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I'm cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath wr. c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963

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NEW GIRL | 2.07

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we lie within the quiet lies

cool about it ~boygenius for @deanbane , you are an absolute peach.

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my recent musing on the unbearable weight of living in january // landscape with snow by vincent van gogh

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NEW GIRL 1.09: The 23rd

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FLEABAG (2016-2019) CONCLAVE (2024)

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Are you becoming what you've always hated?

Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel

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NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 1 episode 01

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You're wearing a dress.

NEW GIRL 2.15

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MODERN FAMILY (2009–2020) S04E07 | Arrested

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to new beginnings and hope 🥂

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MODERN FAMILY 4.11- ‘New Year’s Eve’

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In this town, they sip nostalgia like it's the last drop of water in a drought, clutching dreams that teeter on the edge of midnight with one hand, and dragging the carcass of yesterday with the other.

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Elegy for Sanity

Exams are the modern crucifixion. A slow, drawn-out agony where you’re the martyr, the sinner, and the one holding the nails. They sit on your calendar like a grim reaper with a red pen, waiting, knowing. You’ve been warned. You’ve been given time. And yet, here you are, on the eve of your intellectual execution, wondering if caffeine can double as holy water to save your damned soul.

They promise you they’re fair. A test of merit, they say. But really, it’s a test of how much sleep you can sacrifice, how many diagrams you can memorize without questioning their purpose, and how far you can push yourself before you crumble under the weight of equations and essays. Fair? Fair is a word for playgrounds and first dates, not for this trial by fire that leaves you more ash than phoenix.

The drama of it all. The late-night theatrics where you become both philosopher and fatalist. “What is the point of all this?” you whisper to your empty room, your notes scattered like the remnants of a great battle. You imagine Socrates sitting in the corner, smirking, sipping wine, probably laughing at your misery because he didn’t need exams to prove he was a genius. He just was.

The worst part is the intimacy. How exams crawl inside you, exposing every crevice of your insecurity. They know where you’re weak. They press their cold, cruel hands against the places you thought were strong, and suddenly you’re gasping, drowning in the realization that you don’t know the difference between mitosis and meiosis after all. They’ve seen you naked—not your body, but something far more humiliating. Your mind.

And the aftermath? A void. No euphoria, no catharsis. Just the faint buzz of exhaustion and the gnawing dread of results day. You walk out of that room and look at the sky, wondering if it always looked so blue or if it’s just mocking you. You scroll through memes, laugh through the pain, and quietly promise yourself that next time will be different. That next time, you’ll study. That next time, you’ll care.

But next time always becomes this time, and this time is always a tragedy. So you pick up your pen, take your seat, and play your part in this absurd little play. Because what else is there to do?

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on omega, the living ghost of donatello hamato

web weave on @kathaynesart's stunning replica au! i love this story so much <3

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credits:

faces in the crowd, valeria luiselli (tr. christina macsweeney) || @/kathaynesart || saturn, sleeping at last || asofterworld, #1176 || @/kathaynesart || why are you haunted?, joan tierney || @/valtsv || @/kathaynesart || gut symmetries, jeanette winterson || @/ghostresidues (instagram) || skin of a sinner, avina st. graves || @/kathaynesart || a drink of water, joshua jennifer espinoza || @/bwooom || @/kathaynesart || the haunting of hill house (2018) || @/kathaynesart || unknown || @/divorcefemme || @/kathaynesart || @/willowcrowned || the powerbook, jeanette winterson || @/kathaynesart || unknown

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Thinking about how Fleabag says that Claire stays with Martin because he makes her laugh like no one else. And then the very next episode Fleabag makes Claire laugh so hard she disrupts the whole room. At a silent retreat. CLAIRE breaks the RULES to LAUGH at FLEABAG'S JOKE!!!

And in that episode Fleabag also says she and Claire would make a cute couple,,,, it's about setting fleabag and Martin up as oppositional forces in Claire's life who ultimately fulfill the same need, and Fleabag does it better! Fleabag makes Claire laugh. Fleabag supports Claire personally and professionally. She even provides Claire with sexual pleasure when she gives her the vibrator for her birthday (after confirmation that Claire and Martin are Not Fucking). And ultimately, Fleabag is the only person Claire would run through an airport for!! They aren't friends they're sisters!!!