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me: oh man im starving but im not sure what i should make for dinner……

the spirit of a 12th century templar knight that died a horrific death due to torture that started haunting me after i found a sword in the middle of the woods: spaghetti once more, prithee?

me: henry you are brilliant. spaghetti it is

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this too shall pass

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When Everything Everywhere All at Once said “The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on" 

When the Good Place said “Why choose to be good every day when there is no guaranteed reward now or in the afterlife… I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.” 

When Jean-Paul Sartre said ”‘Hell is other people’ is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ‘Heaven is each other’. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings.“

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when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

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keeperschampion webweave for @leafatlaw for the @jrwi-art-exchange hope you like it this was super fun to make, might try to make some more after this :D

bizly on twitter // orpheus and eurydice - titian viveillo // parting song - jill alexander essbaum // stick season - noah kahan // blood in the bayou episode 3 // blood in the bayou trailer- cryingwyvern // kashmir - led zeppelin // alabama pines - jason isbell // house of leaves // the glass jar -reflectionshadow // connecticut winters - leewahaha // kissing lessons - lucy dacus // matrix - grace mcdonough // afraid of heights - boygenius

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everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section

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you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

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I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way

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They're my whole world as for now btw

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gimme #69 >:)

Send me a number 1-100 for a song and prompt!

It’s been a billion years - I give you qsmp star wars au <3

69 - Rivers and Roads - The Head And The Heart

Missa sits down at the side of the river, and considers the lightsaber in his hands.

The crystal inside hums, a frequency he thinks he can almost hear, a feeling in the back of his throat. Like Phil but a little to the left, familiar and comforting. Green like the crystal, like Phil’s energy, an inexplicable energy. It’s a feeling he can hardly understand, let alone describe - it just is.

It’s almost home. It’s almost the comfort of his sheets and the soft shine of the sun through parted curtains, it’s almost the scent of cooked greens and the earthiness of a fresh pot of tea. It’s almost the way Chayanne knocks his head against his side to show affection, and the way Tallulah shakes things to get their attention, and the way Phil smiles, all soft and content, when he thinks no one else is looking.

The river that runs alongside him murmurs, a soft rush of water that also reminds him of home. It runs over mossy rocks, laps softly at the green shores. The force tugs his consciousness a mile ahead where it’ll widen, and then drop off a cliff face in a waterfall. The wind blows along the top of the water, tugging at the ferns and ruffling the leaves. A mile ahead, there’s less trees to soften the breeze. A storm is brewing just off the cliffside, promising rain in less than an hour.

Missa takes a deep breath, recentering himself. He wonders how someone can feel so content and homesick all at once. A paradox of some sort, to feel the force fill him with such life out here, yet have such a gaping hole of what he misses eating at him.

The crystal changes its tune, like Phil but to the right this time, if that makes any sense at all. He presses his forehead against the durasteel hilt and closes his eyes, and hums to himself. He thinks very hard about the family he misses.

It’s almost home - and he thinks that what makes the longing that much worse.

(Across the galaxy, Phil wakes with his arm stretched over empty sheets, smelling petrichor and damp soil. There’s the fluttering of something - something, dancing to the tune of a song so familiar, weaving between his ribs and wrapping around his heart. Glimpses of green, a rushing river, a familiar voice singing without an instrument to accompany it. Something that’s almost home.

He opens his eyes, and the feeling is gone.)

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give that girl a grilled cheese

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Echo putting the bad in Bad Bitch with this move

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oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you

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She took the pages.