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Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."
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check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
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This is going to sound so "oldie yells at cloud" of me but the radicalisation of the young into black and white, zero shades of grey thinking, both in the media they consume and in real life situations, is genuinely terrifying.
The world is complex. The world is grey. There is infinite nuance in everything. No amount of trying to shove it all into neatly labeled boxes is ever going to work.
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Just wait untill my 6 tumblr mutuals hear about this
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oh so I'm sobbing. thx
Milarion brainrot goes crazy I can’t do this wings of starlight destroyed me so bad PLEASEEEEE despite all the plot holes and contrivances it’s SO. I CRY?!!!? SOBS
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"tumblr humor is only funny to tumblr users" NOT true. those bitches on pinterest love us.
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I’m mostly obsessed with Twilight cause the potential haunts the fuck out of me
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you wanna know the beautiful thing? every single person on the planet experienced today differently. all eight billion of us. no one had the exact same thoughts, the exact same actions. it was all completely unique. but we experienced our individual lives together. a baby laughed for the first time, and someone else laughed for the last. someone got engaged. someone grieved. someone didn't feel much of anything at all. just living our own, soft little lives.
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You’re telling me to sit and rot away in a dead end job for the rest of my life while this exists?? Please say sike
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when it’s early evening and the air is turning to dusk and warm lights start blinking on at windows and you can hear cutlery and dishes clattering… yeah. the sounds of people living. it gives me a little bit of heart and hope to live again
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Sometimes I wish I were a man so I could experience the graces and plights of brotherly love
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The Green Ray (1986) dir. Éric Rohmer cinematography by Sophie Maintigneux
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“Anyone can love the mountains, but it takes a soul to love the prairie.”
Willa Cather, 1913
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I’ll be here if you need me

Sunlight on mossy forest floor | Tahuya, WA
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