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Club scene, Amsterdam, 1991. By Grace Lau
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Club scene, Amsterdam, 1991. By Grace Lau
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I am at peace with the world and its / unloveliness.
Grace Lau, "At Your Best" from The Language We Were Never Taught to Speak
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I had stated a long while back that i was doing a Good Omens Western Roleplaying Game. Well, we finished it!
Fan fic by @ad-astrah, @bookwermthings, and @daneecastle Femme Aziraphale, visualized as Michael Sheen, written by Danee Femme Crowley, vi
I did this with two others, but it ended with just me and @ad-astrah.
I moved the rp to a doc and it turned into almost 700 pages. So i still have a lot of work to organize the story into a fan fiction and get some colored illustrations made.
It is Friday night and we are at home on the couch, your head on my shoulder, a well -worn path. This is not the first time you have slowed my hours and yet how the seconds gasp to be doing nothing at all but feeling the universe wax content in your breath.
— Grace Lau, from “At Your Best”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Tonight our blood wakes to rebellion
in the way a body adapts to being starved of freedom.
Tonight we love each other in a language in danger of being eaten—
a mouth will hold worlds to keep us alive.
Tonight the soil is longing for our bones
like a lonely lover at dusk, you will hear us singing
— Grace Lau, from “Letter to Longing,” The Language We Were Never Taught To Speak
Sit in.
What is magic but a spark cheating time to burn a home in your heart as your tongue plucks a rose from her lips, names it love?
Grace Lau, "Sparks" from The Language We Were Never Taught to Speak