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This is still 505 (@pastelvangelion), just its gay little blog for writing they like
I don't have much to explain since much clearer tagging system and all that

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whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)
mirror traps by hera lindsay bird
fault lines, the mountain goats
[ID: tumblr tag that reads: this is the poetic version of i think i can make him worse
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maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story š š
the graveyard book, neil gaiman / champion, marie lu / @nicolezaridze (website here) / another night on mars, the maine / high all the time, the neighbourhood / aphrodite made me do it, trista mateer / quote: winnie-the-pooh, a.a. milne, image: community (2009-2015); s3e14 "pillows and blankets" [art: @maudlincat] / dearalexandra (deactivated) / the circus, olivia levez / i'll give you the sun, jandy nelson
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a comic about reuniting with an old friend
My mom says that in Las Vegas, you garden with a pickaxe.
The desert resists this way of living.
Every house has a two-car garage and no basement. Everyone saved the money for the excavation for their in-ground pool. In Las Vegas in the summer, it is 110 degrees in the shade. No one goes outside, except to use the in-ground pool. Air-conditioned cars drive into air-conditioned garages and people slip inside without ever seeing the sun.
The desert resists this way of living.
In the desert there are canyons where the deep shade holds the chill of night. In the desert are rivers flowing through the heat of summer, cool water from the aquifer, carried here through the earth from distant rains.
The dam floods the canyon and the river water, trapped, evaporates by the gallon in the hot sun.
Under the water in the reservoir are old footpaths, ancient trees, carvings in the cliff.
The dam draws water away to the thirsty city and its desperate lawns and fountains, the dam churns out the power that keeps the city alight.
Las Vegas rises from the desert like a mirage, like a heat-stroke hallucination, like a fever dream. Las Vegas swallows the river and the power and the wealth of far-off places and all these things evaporate under the desert sun.
In the desert, there are towering cacti which bloom only at night. Their sweet nectar draws the bats. In the desert, the purple evening is just cool enough to walk in, and the bats follow you and dance around you, drawn to the bugs which are drawn to your skin. The red rock radiates sun-heat back into the deep sky. In night time, the desert breathes, and the stars are more brilliant than anything youāve ever seen.

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as long as weāre having an adventure // me and you, just like how we started
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Two identical infants lay in the cradle. āOne you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,ā the Faeās voice echoed from the shadows. āIām taking both my children,ā the mother said defiantly.
Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things ā her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.
She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.
So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummerās Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.
āYou know,ā a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, āthat there will be a price to pay later.ā
She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. āI know it,ā she said, still staring into the well. āAnd I also know that I may set conditions.ā
āThat is true,ā the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasnāt pleased that she knew that. āWhat condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?ā
āThat the child will come to no harm,ā she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. āWhether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.ā
āAhhhhh.ā The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. āYes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.ā A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. āEat this,ā the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. āAll of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.ā
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Pothole, Scum Fuck Flower Boy // GONE, GONE/THANK YOU, IGOR
911/Mr. Lonely, Scum Fuck Flower Boy // WILSHIRE, CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST
"goodbye, mother."
yui ikari.
"my father, he killed me; my mother, she ate me: self, desire, engendering and the mother in neon genesis evangelion" by mariana ortega || episode 1: "angel attack" || manga volume 8, stage 51: "mother" || manga volume 14, stage 92: "birthday" || the end of evangelion (1997) || manga volume 5, stage 33: "aquarium" || "evangelion and the old testament" by carl gustav horn || episode 19: "introjection" || episode 20: "weaving a story 2: oral stage"

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the bible (c. 0)
ābut the angel saidĀ ābe afraid; you have found god you are jesusāā
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suicidal ideation
the whiplash i felt going from the URL to the tags themselvesā¦
ON FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, BLURRED LINES, AND A LACK OF CLOSURE
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When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. Whatās heaven to a womanās love anyway? Whatās God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe thatās a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyoneās right about us and weāre sinners and we offend God. But like I said, whatās God to a womanās love anyway? What has heaven got that I canāt find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?
Iām sorry for poking the bear