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Philip Levine, “The Mercy”

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Mirror, Andrei Tarkovsky (1975)

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Here's a little Jazzy Triangle!🎵 I wonder what he's listening to… Share some possible songs in the tags!

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when you're autistic and you learn how to smalltalk it literally feels like you started hacking real life

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anyone else exceedingly unnerved tho about how much information is able to be found about luigi mangione by just like. anyone. like why am i seeing posts about his spotify playlists and gaming catalogue. his twitter, his book reviews, his purchases. i do not need to know a stranger down to every minute detail and neither do you

dudes not even convicted and all of this is still being dredged up btw. like theres nothing stopping this from happening to you either

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My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.

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the last days of judas iscariot, stephen adly guirgis

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a little town in the desert that you have to be lost to find

{praise the rain - joy harjo / @coyote-west / the saint of lost causes - justin townes earle / @dappermouth / pissing contest (or an interrogation on behalf of a lover who is no longer mine) - @silasdenvermelvin / unknown / their eyes were watching god - zora neale hurston / old black train - the blasting company / once in a while you get shown the light - crystal dipietro / last stand - adam joseph}

[ID: a 10 image litstack

image 1: black text on a white background. "praise crazy. praise sad. / praise the path on which we're led. / praise the roads on earth and water. / praise the eater and the eaten. / praise beginnings; praise the end. / praise the song and praise the singer."

image 2: a red, maroon, and light tan drawing on a tan background. it shows desert mountains with some scraggly plants, a cactus, a snake, and a big red sun. red text says "the west has made a deal with the sun"

image 3: black text on white background. "you know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf / if you really stop and think / throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd / who do you think has killed more sheep?"

image 4: a digital painting of a black wolf in a dim, snowy landscape. text underneath it reads "you feel you've been here, once before, in a memory that was not quite yours"

image 5: black text on a white background. "have you shot a gun? is your / blood authentic? is your blood / authentic? is your blood authentic? / can you prove it to me?"

image 6: a traditional colored print of a skeleton wearing a black cowboy hat and a red bandana. we see their bust floating over a scene of a graveyard with crosses, cactus, a bull skull, and two human skulls wearing hats. theres a mound of dirt with a shovel in it and a large rising sun. the text reads "live fast / die last"

image 7: black text on white background. "half gods are worshiped with wine and flowers. real gods require blood"

image 8: black text on a burnt orange background. "come on now, young strangers / weren't you someone's son? / how'd you find this depot / cause it aint where you belong"

image 9: a realistic traditional painting of desert shrubs and mountains with a cloudy sky. the painting is done in steel blues and bright orange

image 10: black text on white background. "i'll bet you thought this'd last, cowboy / but nothin ever does - / it's just this wasteland / and it's just god / and it's just us." end ID]

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in fucking tears rn

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he gift-wraps self-sacrifice and calls it love; he has never known how to love any other way. he has never given his heart in scraps - it has always been laid bare, whole and beating, on the altar.

and how does one love without an altar? how does one love without bleeding?

call him a martyr or call him a hero, but this kind of love always ends the same. he plants a kiss on the cheek of his love, and then plants his blood in the ground at their feet.

— martyr or hero, he has always been a tragedy // p.s.

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feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year