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lemoneyshipz · 9 months
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The world is not ready for what I’m cooking
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awildflamingo · 2 years
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I often thought there was too much time there. That the place was sick with it. Haunted by it. Time didn't leak away as it should. There was nowhere for it to go and no modernity to hurry it along. It collected as the black water did on the marshes and remained and stagnated in the same way.
— The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley
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roseshavethoughts · 1 year
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The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley
The Loney -by Andrew Michael Hurley #BookReview #IAmReading #Mystery #Fiction
The Loney by Andrew Michael Hurley Synopsis – “If it had another name, I never knew, but the locals called it the Loney – that strange nowhere between the Wyre and the Lune where Hanny and I went every Easter time with Mummer, Farther, Mr and Mrs Belderboss and Father Wilfred, the parish priest. I suppose I always knew that what happened there wouldn’t stay hidden forever, no matter how much I…
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glitterghost · 8 months
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like there is a particular kind of sadness (or loneliness, if you will) that ace/aro folk feel.
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proneterror204 · 2 months
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Freakshows broken out of Arkam Asylum and he's got a brand new staff, an necromancer staff. No more ghosts! The ghostboy has to much experience fighting them. He has something more tangible. ZOMBIES!
On a train straight out of Gotham with 200 zombie dressed as clowns and splashed with joker gas to make them smile and laugh like all clowns should. On a one way track to Amity Park. But his main attraction won't cooperate. Solomon Grundy sits chained in a cage like a circus animal. The staff doesn't work on him and he just want to be left alone. No matter, it'll be enough to piss off that goth girl.
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thewordsillneverspeak · 6 months
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mywordsfortheuniverse · 7 months
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I need a hug. But not just any kind of hug. The kind of hug where you can rest your head on their chest and listen to the soft sounds of their breath. One that rubs your back in lazy circles. A hug that makes you feel like nothing can ever hurt you again. The kind of hug that squeezes you extra close for the last little bit.
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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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ON NATURE AND LOVE
unknown / Sean D. Henry-Smith isosceles, serial / pinterest / unknown / woman and child preserved in mudflow in Tibet 4,000 years ago (via @museum-of-artifacts) / Elena Alexander Night Sky / Margaret Atwood Selected Poems: 1965-1975 / unknown / Michaela Leventis The Bitter Vanilla / Shauna Barbosa GPS
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1-800-say-less · 4 months
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kaiscumsock · 1 year
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evan peters airport aesthetic
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jfht · 6 days
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Lonely is a man with no one to love but his horse.
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bigautomaton · 20 days
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Collection of cowboys including some western au TMA designs from tiktok and my old oc Everette
I'm not a character artist by any means so you can tell where I put the majority of my attention (it's the horses)
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rynven · 3 months
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none of my friends have listened to the magnus archives and none of them wanna listen to the magnus protocol, so please someone talk to me im suffering in my head alone.
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teilzeit-tarzan · 2 years
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So kraftlos, ich könnte ganze Tage lang durch schlafen und wäre immernoch müde
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