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can we make a blood pact but platonically. just as friends. we haven’t been doing much bonding lately :(

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——this love // t.s.

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SHAY MITCHELL DOLLFACE (S01E01)

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Shay Mitchell as Stella Cole in Dollface ( 2019 - )

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CILLIAN MURPHY as TOMMY SHELBY PEAKY BLINDERS S01E03

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Poker Face — 1.01: Dead Man’s Hand Benjamin Bratt as Cliff Legrand

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— WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL LOOK LIKE?

TAGGED BY @corvosattano to do this uquiz, thank you! 💕

TAGGING @queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @thedeadthree, @shellibisshe, @loriane-elmuerto, @jackiesarch, @carlosoliveiraa, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @elliewilliums, @simonxriley, @nightbloodbix, @galvus, @bbrocklesnar, @minaharkers, @faerune, @shadowglens, @leviiackrman

DOG TEETH.

You're vicious, but you're afraid. You have to make the first punch, and make sure your opponent can't land one. But you need to stop seeing everyone as an enemy. The only one being violent is you, your anger and your defensiveness is killing you. Take a nap, rest your head and clear your mind. Come back in the morning.

A BIRD IN A COVERED CAGE.

They left without you. Put you out of sight and therefore out of mind. You sing every morning like nothing's changed, talk to the walls to keep yourself company. Just you, the darkness and your own denial that you are completely alone. Nurse your wounds, get yourself some water.

A PILE OF BUBBLES, AN INCANDESCENT MESS.

Well aren't you just all over? You're appealing but you're fragile, one wrong move and you lose all that you are. You were meant to be stepped on, broken, but the joy you bring to onlookers is unmatched. Do with that as you will and take very good care of yourself, have a snack.

A CARDBOARD BOX OF BLANK PHOTOGRAPHS.

Where are you? Why are you hiding? What are you hiding? You're passive but there's something bubbling beneath that surface. Spit it out, be open with yourself, express your pain.

BLOODY KNUCKLES AND SCABBED FINGERS.

You did something bad. You're paying the price for it each day, aren't you? You're picking at your skin and fighting everything off because of your own actions. You resent your own free will because of the harm it brings. You should lay down a while.

BLOOD IN A LAMBS WOOL.

You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper.

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JERSEY GIRL (1992) dir. David Burton Morris

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TOM ELLIS Thirst Tweets | BuzzFeed

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Suits (2011-2019)

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Sasha Luss

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— WHAT’S AT YOUR OCS CORE? & WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

TAGGED BY @corvosattano & @simonxriley to do these two uquizzes, thank you! 💚

TAGGING @queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @thedeadthree, @loriane-elmuerto, @faerune, @shellibisshe, @rhetoricalrogue, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @minaharkers, @elliewilliums, @leviiackrman, @shadowglens, @cryptcombat, @galvus , @nightbloodbix, @carlosoliveiraa, @bbrocklesnar + anybody else that wants to do it!

ATONING (FOR SOMEONE ELSE)

You are sweet, sweet sorrow. Parting ways at an intersection, an angel's footsteps walking side by side with your own, the shadows of the past looming, looming. You are apologetic-moon-light and loiter-at-the-back-of-the-classroom and stilted-silence and rich-with-life. You are stepping-on-eggshells your way through life, be less careful. Be less careful. You make mistakes, you made mistakes, and you will make mistakes, but imagine growing from them without the wish to go back. Stop restricting yourself. Take a breath of the clean air. Stop breathing in your own secondhand smoke.

ACERBIC WIT

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

SHINING (FOR THE WORLD)

You are sunshine. You are too bright for this world and you know too much for your experiences. You are not naive, but you are not a cynic. You are not an optimist, but you don't see the point in pessimism. You are bright bells of energy and great pealing laughter and coffee-shop-dates and meet-in-person-lunches and you draw people to you like a magnet with the way you shine. You are bright and drained, drained, drained. You are restless nights, heavy days, broken moons. You deserve a rest. You deserve to release. You cannot carry the weight of the world alone. Share the tasks, be the light, and create the connections.

WARPED METAL

it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

THRIVING (FOR YOURSELF)

You are beautiful, and there is a light in your eyes now. There wasn't, before. You feel light and you hug people tight because you know what loss feels like. You are sunsets and throw-your-head-back-laughs and 2-am-shopping-sprees and looking-over-your-shoulder-for-ghosts-of-the-past, but you are thriving. There are fifteen things you've never checked off your to-do list and never will, but you're determined to find your way to them anyway. You are glowing and it's admirable. You crawled your way from somewhere terrible and now you stand, breathing in the sun. You are admirable, never forget.

SILENT ADMISSION

in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

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Seaside Heights, NJ // March 23, 2018

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we don’t have the heart to tell him, rachel hall // the infinite blacktop, sara gran // a ghost story, dir. david lowery (2017) // life after death, damien echols // untitled, valentin gallet // metaphor & memory, cynthia ozick // untitled, jim carroll.

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the power of christ isn't even that compelling if i'm being honest

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june 2023, snoqualmie/north bend, wa "twin peaks"

canon rebel t, 35 mm