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sunshineandlyrics · 1 month
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Revised All This Time (🥶 cold version), FITFWT Buenos Aires, 18 May 2024.
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gorgug thistlespring; dissociation // dimension 20: fantasy high
paul rogers // unknown // georges bataille // refiningfire // the killers - boy // unknown // unknown // orla gartland - why am i like this?
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enderpearltv · 1 month
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A MILESTONE
A MILLSTONE
A MOLEHILL TO DIE UPON
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curiosity-killed · 3 months
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you cruise you lose
[ALT ID: A digital illustration of Malia and Callebero, two teenagers, in what appears to be a throne room of sorts. Malia is sitting in the throne, smirking up at the Callebero, who leans on the back of the throne and looks down at her with a somewhat unamused expression. Malia has dark skin and long locs and wears a coral, gold, and teal crop top and a gold pleated skirt. In her loose hand, she holds a small package wrapped in paper. Callebero wears dark robes and a cape and leans on a saber. Behind both of them is a tapestry showing a knight falling off horseback as a lance pierces their chest while a second knight reaches for them.]
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translyricalmabi · 1 month
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The Portrait Glassred Drew (グラスレッドの肖像) - English Translyrics
Original song by mothy
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“If only… you didn't have to change.”
Running my paintbrush
Across another canvas
I came to depict
A picture of him
In a little space
Within my memory, lies his face
But it is one I'll never see
Again
At what point it was that everything changed
Is something that I still ask, to this day
All the same, I think perhaps if you just remained
The way you were, this could’ve ended up different
So I say, but I know it's too late
For the you within the picture will never return
By no means would I say
That I was all that fond of your face
Yet again and again
I painted it, without end
And by the time I realized
The room was overflowing with
Your resemblance
Your face was by no means
What it was I wanted to see
I had rathered you be
The you I knew you to be
But in the end
It was both of us who were being foolish then
For we could not realize this
Crumbling away
Watching the portrait burn, you coldly say
To me how you hate
The face that I paint
But you could not see
That what had truly been ugly
Was not your face, this I can say
Surely
Thinking quickly, but not at all clearly
All I did was hurt and mock you, really
And somehow, by the next time we met, it seemed
You were nothing at all like before
Yes, just as if you were the man I knew no more
And the you within the picture will never return
Even so, I believed
Even if I could no longer see
The person in my memories
As long as you were happy
Then just maybe, no matter
What happened or was done to me
I could let it be
By no means would I say
That it's bad for people to change
Only that it isn’t
The thing that’s most important
What’s needed is to
Be able to be contented with the current you
But you could not realize this
So like this, I will keep you alive
By painting out my memories of you, day and night
Even if the appearance in the portrait isn't quite
The one you wanted to be remembered by
And I’ll admit, on that fateful day
The final words you were desperately trying to say
I believe that I could tell what they were, in a way
Since forever ago, I had known
I suppose I could say
That I just might have loved you the same
So again and again
I painted you, without end
And by the time I realized
The room was overflowing with
Your reminiscence
Your face was by no means
What it was I wanted to see
I had rathered you be
The you I knew you to be
But in the end
It was both of us who were being foolish then
For we could not realize this
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mittwoch-addams · 6 months
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FT: OL vs PFC 1-0 🕺
⚽️ 84’ Ada Hegerberg
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purplequay · 1 year
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happy early ptide month to my favorite problematic bi couple
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marzely · 1 year
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"Who would have knew
My outro would have you
Among the thousands of names
Yours has always been
Bold and centered”
- Outro: YOU
SO, It Ends single Outro: YOU from their mini album Rose Haze
Main vocalist: Echo Hart
I could not get my MC Echo from the IF @infamous-if out of my head and had to draw her.
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lnich · 2 months
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I appreciate that they didn't make Tom Lenk memorize The New Democratic etc. etc. Sloviskia mouthful lol.
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kimteume · 10 months
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I'm so excited for B.O.M.B M/V. That song deserves the attention and promotion that YG didn't give to DARARI 😭
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red-dyed-sarumane · 9 months
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all my mutuals have some cool interest they know so many details on or have some compilation of info on i need to get a cool interest too.
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winterrhayle · 7 months
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my study focus mode = hair (including fringe) pulled back + hood up + very very dramatic instrumental movie soundtrack playing
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pangolen · 7 months
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so i started watching the korean dn musical (im normal dont look at me) and the dialogue & lyrics in the subs seem to be... basically the same as in japanese so far?
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cto10121 · 11 months
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“La seule chose pour moi qui compte / C’est que vous l’aimez aussi” (The only thing for me that matters / Is that you could love her too). All Romeo ever wanted was to present Juliette to his homeboys and get their approval. And now they never would meet her.
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kazz-brekker · 1 year
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pros of writing a main character who is a bard:
not having to write fight scenes bc that skill is not in their wheelhouse
many opportunities to make them comedically exclaim “not my lute!”
good excuse to make them talk all the time
cons of writing a character who is a bard:
having to come up with fake song lyrics
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plangentia · 1 year
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Archilochus 2
ἐν δ��ρὶ μέν μοι μᾶζα μεμαγμένη, ἐν δορὶ δ᾿ οἶνος Ἰσμαρικός· πίνω δ᾿ ἐν δορὶ κεκλιμένος.
In my spear is my kneaded barley bread, and in my spear is my Ismarian wine; but I drink while reclining on my spear.
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