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no one warns you of this but the more indie & international films you watch the worse american blockbusters look in comparison. be safe out there
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Being aroace as a teenager feels like being the only sober person at a rave.
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I had to.
i can’t fall in love and it’s not angsty and depressing its just another day going to work and hearing about someone else proposing and another two tv characters kissing and feeling nothing at all and going home and petting my dogs and having tea.and its not sad but its heartbreaking
And what if i was a little beetle and you were a little beetle and we came across a hidden carcass in the woods and we both ate it at same time and fell in love? What then?
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my pride post i think
The moment anger turned to sadness, sadness to nothing.
I am a hateful, hateful man.
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If the breakout in the last of us happened in 2003 that means they got no supernatural which means they live in a world without omegaverse
SOCIETY IF THERE WAS NO OMEGAVERSE
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here
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Aren’t i too much? Don’t I weigh you down?
I am weighed down by many sorrowful things. Sometimes, my memories grow hands and drag me down, down, where light can’t reach.
Sometimes, before I wake in the morning, I drown in my dreams.
Sometimes, the things weighing me down are only my own two feet.
You, you shake off every finger clutched around my heart. You breathe life onto me. When the only thing keeping me down is me, you sit on the ground and wait. And wait.
I am weighed down by many sorrowful things, but not you.
Never by you.