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moss filled lungs
becoming blood knots in space


by Anton Pleshka

We are now the Inquisition.


my friend told me to watch this cooking video while listening to sad music. so i mixed a little something for you all

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“ She hated the namelessness of women in stories, as if they lived and died so that men could have metaphysical insights. ”
by Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding (via fissionaccomplished)

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Hercules reads his script entirely wrong.
(he read the word disappointed when he was supposed to sound disappointed)

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“ I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved. ”


this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via asimetricna-vagina)


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(Source: abbycogen, via black--lamb)