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oncanvas · 5 months
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A Land Without People series by Palestinian artist Dana Barqawi, 2018
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galaxytale · 8 months
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21 wizard spells you shouldnt case on your cats because tits mean :C
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agelessphotography · 3 months
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Untitled, William Eggleston, 1974
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Steve: Did your dad drop you on your head as a child?
Tony: Bold of you to assume I was even held by my father.
Clint:
Thor:
Natasha:
Bruce: Tony, we’ve talked about this
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webzazes · 15 days
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167 notes in the last three days..
it went from me posting almost nothing to cranking shit out constantly.. im so happy.. seriously i feel amazing!
free validation from this site >>>>>>
the only problem is that my brain is useless when it comes to coming up with things 🤡☠️🥹 (asks much appreciated muahahaha)
(281 this week!!)
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flowersforvax · 1 year
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vanilla extract might be my favorite new meme
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writergirl719 · 3 months
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coulrobotomy · 3 months
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why did they animate him like that. this pathetic whimpering wet cat of a man.
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purplink8 · 8 months
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I just can't get over how cute the Yagami siblings are! <3
Like look:
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Light bragging in front of Sayu while she cheers him on? ADORABLE
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Light doing Sayu's homework helping Sayu with her homework? So endearing!!
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Light's FOND side-glance towards his sister? Absolutely Lovely!!! <333
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Just look at them gooo :D I especially like Light secretly smiling to himself :DD
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Oh and did I mention? Sayu's the only one perceptive enough to notice little changes in Light's personality (although she mistakes its cause of course). Like Sayu is close enough with her nerdy older brother to know the lil differences <3
Just! Light & Sayu y'all <33
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grenadinexo · 5 months
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click me!
all that’s missing is the vhs filter
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oncanvas · 3 months
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Sky and Water I, M. C. Escher, 1938
Woodcut on paper 43.9 x 43.9 cm (17 ¼ x 17 ¼ in.)
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baekhyunnybyun · 11 months
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✧˖° 15 Years with SHINee °˖✧
05.25.2008  – 05.25.2023
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agelessphotography · 3 months
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A Young Woman Waiting for the Bus, Syracuse, Dawoud Bey, 1985
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time-slink · 7 months
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aaaand etho continues to peel farther away from everyone else on the embers chart o7
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finnlongman · 2 months
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Having one of my posts liked -- but crucially not reblogged -- by an extremely famous blog, and then getting a whole slew of likes and reblogs out of nowhere was a fascinating insight into how many people still have their dashboard set to show things liked by those they follow.
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mostlymaudlin · 11 hours
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Andrew’s chest is tight with a pressure he cannot name. It began when he got the call, but the choke on his lungs only escalated when he found Neil on the curb. Again, squeeze, upon finding Neil still slumped in the back seat of the rental car. Again, crush, each time he looked in the rear-view to see Neil following him home.
Now Neil is on the roof, hair whipping in the wind and saying he’s nothing. Andrew knows how it feels to fade from the page, but Neil’s words live in contradiction to his suffocating presence.
Andrew thinks, you are like me. And also, you could not be more different.
He is not thoughtless when he puts out his cigarette, says “no one asked you,” takes Neil’s confused face in his hands, and kisses him.
It’s a spark that ignites the pressure in Andrew’s chest, starting a fire that feels like relief, but also like rage. Neil’s hand clasps gently at Andrew’s sleeve, and now it is definitely rage, but turned in on himself — on an impulse Andrew could have stifled, on a choice he should have given. Neil speaks with ice water, so Andrew lights cigarettes in search of a new burn strong enough to cauterize the old wounds ripping open in his now-hollow core.
Neil’s feet are planted solidly to the ground by the time Andrew tells him to go. He thinks, well, that’s one problem solved, and stays on the roof until he finally stops bleeding.
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