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Xuebing Du
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
hello vonnie
PR's Tumblrdome
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor
roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
Origami Around
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@morningsound15
I keep seeing reels that are like “oh I save reels that I can’t send to them that’s the modern version of handwritten letters” bitch you are not a real yearner. I have written more pages than I would like to admit with my own hand in every notebook I own from my heart Detailing every feeling I’ve ever had. Don’t call yourself a fucking yearner because oh you saved an Instagram reel. disgusting.
I am handwriting letters with a gold tipped fountain pen. We are not the same.
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From The Collection : Vintage Black Magazines
Essence Magazine
Anthony Hurd (American, 1975) - You Have This Hold Over Me (2025)
there’s a friday ass vibe about this wednesday boys keep your wits about you
"Keri Pratt, phone box" & "Keri and Violet" - Trans women photographed by Murray Cammick, Auckland, Aotearoa (1970s)
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the bad news: I now hate my current wip and strongly believe there isn't a single joke in it that lands
the good news: I know my process enough to recognize this as the slump that I hit in everything I write when it's like three-quarters-ish done
the bad news: the only way out is through
the good news: I do know the way out!
the bad news: yeah but it's through
making a cross stitch that says "I am funny and he would fucking say that" to hang directly above my monitor
"hey toast you stayed up past midnight because you were working on the fic and not because you were procrastinating by making a hideous pattern for a joke cross stitch" have you never met a writer before
gonna tell my kids this was live laugh love
salt of the earth (E) caitvi, 23k
“Listen, I’m sure your admirers were great and all,” Vi pulled the blankets up over the softness of her belly, which made Caitlyn frown, “but I’m pretty sure I’m a better lay than anybody in your past.” Affronted, Caitlyn sat up, the better to cross her arms. “I know I’m a better lay than anybody in yours.” Vi grinned, and all infuriating, delighted, heartsick twist, Caitlyn realized she’d been caught. “Prove it.”
Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
There's always something so painful about watching a pretty good actor fighting for their life to give a decent performance of an absolutely dogshit script. Putting their whole heart soul and pussy into delivering the stupidest lines you've heard in your life. My god. We have to get them out of there
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your comment means so much to the author!! don’t be shy about letting your favorite authors know you love their works.
if their fic makes your day, your comment makes their day too
wooow, labour MP btw
I've been in an evil mood for hours and I just discovered there was a piece of glitter stuck in my contact lens so I'm going to assume it was that the whole time and now the curse has been lifted.
yeah it was the eye glitter. I'm fine now.
What in the fuck did you possibly do to get hit with the modern day “shard of magical ice in eye that freezes your soul and makes you unable to recognize joy” curse? Like come back here that is literally how the fairytale goes, WHAT happened to you
Cast in a rock opera about vampires that is set in the 80s. There's a lot of glitter.
i think more final girls should be forty and kind of weird and off-putting
God forbid a woman in her 40s try to host an event on a cursed murder island 😤
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This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.
i wish there were more ways to communicate to people under ~30 the scale of what the aids epidemic was like before antiretrovirals, the numbers (both absolute and relative) of people who died, and kept dying, every day for years and years and years, because it's very hard to truly understand looking back from today if you aren't actively seeking out understanding. the photo above of the choir is one thing that works well, as is this piece from 1987 by fran lebowitz.
Looking up, Nikita Teryoshin
