im sorry im posting them agai. i just need to make sure. these are real right? like we're all seeing this like im not imagining things I can't like are. uguys seeing him too and the arms and the mole and the wet hair and rhe pool and kkami like hello
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The background of my illustration of YOI is permission from a photographer living in St. Petersburg, Russia, and permission to use his work as a reference material. Interior and dance are also used for materials with the permission of professionals in that direction. I am able to draw the illustrations I want to draw in a very privileged environment. It is a very happy thing.
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Otra noche drogada en keta , ¿ke tal? .
La distorsión de mi mismo me ayuda a tener nuevos paradigmas frente a los últimos acontecimientos de mi existencia latente, y digo latente porque no se manifiesta a sí mismo, no así mis latidos patentes, los cuales me dejan en vergüenza ante tal regocijo de sentir.
Definido esto en mi no me queda más que evidenciar que este corpóreo mío será desintegrado por las corrientes de mis venas las cuales a causas de los últimos temporales y lluvias ha inundado y destrozado con mucho, incluyendo con mi órgano bombeante de lo vital para mi supervivencia, rompiendo todo a su paso, modificando , observo, y no tengo control de aquello , sin nada que hacer dejo que las causes dentro mío sigan sus caminos naturales, fluyan donde plazca y construyan nuevos ríos, a tal punto de fuerza y magnitud han roto las ventanas de mi casa , entrando y desbordando de cantidades inimaginables de agua, sin más contemplo el caos y la destruccion de su paso , la violencia con la que ingresa me derriba, siendo fuertemente arrastrado por las torrentes , intentando nadar kilómetros, siendo golpeado por músculos y nervios al paso, llegando a otros lados de mí mismo , zarandeado y estrellado contra mi cerebro observo mi inminente destino final y entonces ;corto circuito; despierto en mi cama ,miro por la ventana, veo a los vecinos,solo fue un sueño, respiro y veo cómo la lluvia mojó el patio haciendo charcos, tomo la escoba barro para fuera el agua mientras no para de llover.
Nunca un día de lluvia me había hecho sentir tanta nostalgia.
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Hello! We create wall art inspired by popular songs. Here is one piece which is one of our audience favorites: Fear of The Dark by Iron Maiden.
If you're interested in learning more about the symbols and story behind this piece, you can visit its product page where you'll find additional photos of the product.
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I'm trapped by media and mediums
Expression anonymous
It's like instead of me dropping knowledge
I'm labeled as a criminal
Some type of deviant
The world is no longer obvious
Maybe it never was, maybe it was the innocent perception
Gleaned from a childhood filled with love
Even through the flaming, twisted wreckage
So I thought we as a species strived to be open, direct and forward dreaming
Til time showed me lies, with people finessing fleecing til the globe over is eating feces
And SMILING,
Eyes open but might as well be clouded, mind shut,
Imagination dead
But it's everything they want
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When Izzy first walked out I was worried that he would be made into a joke that the crew would laugh at
but then he started singing and the dancing began and I realized that he wasn’t meant to be a joke at all. This is the most open and happy we’ve ever seen Izzy and the show treated it that way. Not mocking him but instead celebrating this moment.
When we talk about queer representation it’s usually just focused on queer relationships, but what I love about this episode is it shows other sides of being queer. That moment where Izzy saw Wee John doing his makeup and had a realization that he wanted that too? That is what being queer means to me. The crew singing along and cheering for him? That is what being apart of the queer community means to me.
What i love about this show is that it shows queer joy, not in a sanitized way, but in away that is messy, beautiful, and without any mockery or shame.
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I made this in 2014. I am proud of it.
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𝕸𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔬 𝔪𝔦 𝔠𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔬, 𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔞 𝔢𝔩. 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔬, 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔞𝔥𝔬𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔷𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔞 𝔶 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔦 𝔶𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩. 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓!!!
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here's my impression of one of those painfully earnest self-care posts if it was a youtube poop
🏞️ gentlesestion FolF
hey. don't crHey. one million one million one million one millionTea. eat a pEace of fruif. go for a walk. brew some fruit. go some bruit. eat DINNER. take a showerower. showerowerowerowerTake a shit. cry. don't Your stuffed animals. fuffed animals. fuff. gooooooooowooooohhhhooohhooohhhhh. DIE
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Express Myself - Womack and Womack (Love Wars, 1983)
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
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Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.
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Genius Society 🤓🤓
Just the dudes by themselves below bc why not lol
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Diary Entry #1
Yes, I'm resetting the count. I need it so I can have more order whenever I write something new.
Well... New Year, new life. That's something that I keep telling myself to focus in my goals this year. That includes finally getting a job as soon as possible and getting out of my house. Succeeding in that, I'll try to find a metal band I can join or creating a new one. At the same time, I want to learn about makeup and maybe finally get to use all my clothes that I've gathered to use them in public.
My plan to finally get out of my house is to find a roomie and find help with the rent. To really express who I am, I need to get out of the constant attention of my parents. After I'm out of my house, I can also finally tell them that I'm trans. Whatever their reaction might be, at least I'll be out of their influence and continue with my life.
I'm still heartbroken for what happened with my school but I'm trying to see if maybe I can get it fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, I have to keep going.
Short entry but it's because I haven't done anything yet. I'll update daily and see if maybe I come up with something interesting.
With love and hope, Lizz <3
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every time I am too sad to think straight or too numb or when life gets a bit too heavy I remember the existence of waloyo yamoni. sung in lango, created and conducted by christopher tin, and performed by the royal philharmonic orchestra featuring the angel city chorale, prima vocal ensemble, and lucis choirs. the joy and beauty of that piece never, never fails to move me
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