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its just me, my escapist tendencies, and these tits

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i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

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“…my heart would be glad if I were under the eaves of that wood, and it were springtime…”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, from The Fellowship of the Ring

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so are you gonna share the vegan treats' '2o24 fatally yours heart chocolate box' with me or what

the six-piece chocolate box includes:

speculoos cookie butter swan heart

roasted pecan gianduja skull

white chocolate peanut butter skull

blackout brownie bite heart

white chocolate strawberry pistachio praline flower

swiss chocolate hazelnut praline crunch leaf

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“I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

— Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro. (via wordsnquotes)

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Btw Israel let Palestinians celebrate not one (1) holiday in peace. They didn’t grant Christian Palestinians access to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, they actively attacked families who were already starving at Iftar during Ramadan, and now there are several reports of families being killed on Eid al-Fitr—a sacred multi-day holiday practiced by lots of Arabs. It breaks my heart imagining the Palestinian families in Gaza right now, most of whom are spending Eid mourning loved ones who were taken by Israeli strikes. Most of us will never understand the sheer magnitude of that pain.

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crossfaded on melancholic literature and mold poisoning

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from joli poli couture spring 2o25, barcelona bridal week .

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“She was a gentle sort of horror,”

— Julia Armfield, Salt Slow; “Cassandra After”

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how do you become so well read?

by reading

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The Legend of Lotus Spring was the only game produced by Women Wise, a company dedicated to making games by and for women. It started as a project by a group of 3D artists who wanted to recreate the old Chinese imperial gardens, Yuan Ming Yuan, and in an effort to get more funding for their elaborate, labor-intensive project, they turned it into a game.

It’s a game that runs counter to what was happening in the industry when it was released in 2000 – a slow, romantic game with no puzzles, marketed for women. It’s a heartaching journey through love, loss, and remembrance.

The detail is exquisite. The game is charged with melancholy. And how it came together is an unlikely story about trying to make a new space in gaming.

The Legend of Lotus Spring (read on The Obscuritory)

The world can feel empty and at times devoid of purpose, fitting the fact that it was adapted from a model of the gardens which was lavishly created without a narrative or function in mind, but the scenes you walk through in The Legend of Lotus Spring are beautiful in their ordinariness. When you step aboard the vacant Marble Boat and find a dim sum picnic box, you can unpack it one layer at a time, clicking on each basket of tea cakes and dumplings. In another house, you light a stick of incense and watch it silently burn, or you can water a plant. The game is a series of these intimate moments with objects from an old life.

The focus of the Lotus Spring isn’t mastery, discovery, or victory. It’s a meditation on the fragility of life.

“Although there is pain in saying goodbye,” the narrator says, “there is acceptance and joy as well.” Coming to terms with his loss, the emperor writes one final epigram in his dream book: “The life in which we part forever is not for grieving.”

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this headline is so fucking horrible why is it whenever indigenous people are murdered everyone avoids saying they were murdered