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  • untitled by luisa brimble on Flickr.

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  •  Teo Gonzalez, Untitled

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  • 𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

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  • #untitled #2020 #nyc #art #abatract #expressionism #acrylicpainting on #canvas (at Washington Heights)
    https://www.instagram.com/p/CJM4d6zJlGD/?igshid=1bjv6geq1a1f

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  • You were my maybe,

    my almost lover.

    You were my sometimes,

    and also my never.

    You were once my present,

    now you’re part of my past.

    You were my beginning,

    and also my last.

    I was alone,

    but we were together.

    We had an almost love,

    we almost had forever.

    wbm // untitled #15

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    — untitled ii.

    playlist | masterlist

    summary: once dear friends in college, obi-wan and (y/n) have bumped into each other in the capitol city of coruscant while both working there. will they rekindle their old romance from their college years, or will they remain as passing faces in each other’s lives? takes place in college years and 10+ years after.
    a/n: fluff AND MORE ANGST awaits you in this chapter! also some good music references await you as well😌 also, just to note, i am a slut for obi-wan and his beard, so yes, he does have a bit of a beard in his college years, i do not accept any slander for this creative decision bc you can’t deny how hot the man is with a beard. also, not as much college content, but there will be more in part three! i hope you all enjoy! please reblog if you like this enough to do so, i appreciate it more than words can say! i love you all☺️ warnings! a few swear words!
    word count: 3.7k words

    present.

    “AUNTIE (Y/N)!”

    You could hear the chorus of the screaming twins from your car, a smile beginning to inch its way across your lips, despite the heavy weight of a decade of old baggage weighing down on you more and more throughout the day. At least now you would be able to bask in some temporary, if not chaotic, joy brought by Luke and Leia.

    The blonde and brunette came skidding up to your knees, running so quickly they almost knocked you over. You laughed openly, bending down to let the two envelope themselves around you. Luke crawled up on you back, asking politely for a piggy back ride into the house, while Leia simply just crawled up on you, wrapping her legs around you waist and holding onto your shoulders, despite the fact that you were carrying your very large purse. You just hoped you didn’t drop it - after all, it did have your datapad in it, and you did not want to break that thing.

    “Auntie (Y/N), have you been crying?” 

    Leia was never one to shy away from the facts. That five year old would be the end of you.

    While Leia looked at you quizzically, Luke stroked your hair with his little hands. “Are you sad, auntie? We can eat your favorite chocolate if that will make you not sad anymore. I don’t want you to be sad.” And that five year old would probably make you cry again, his sweet natured personality always shining through.

    “Whose crying? No crying, we’re all fine!” 

    Anakin came rushing through the dining area from the kitchen to the front door where you stood with the twins still clinging to your body, and he nearly slipped and fell on his face as he ran too quickly with socks on the wood floor. 

    Luke and Leia giggled as he stumbled and caught himself before the both crawled off of you, now attempting to tackle their father. 

    “No, no, no wrestling right now, guys!” 

    Now it was you who could not hold back a small snicker, watching the poor father be smothered by his two children. It took him a moment to pry them off his legs.

    Anakin leaned against the archway leading into the kitchen attempting to catch his breath as he laughed. “I’m not even going to apologize for the twins because I’m pretty sure you and I were the same way.”

    You set your bag down on the bench by the door, shrugging your blazer off. “I don’t know, I think the twins are at least open with one another.”

    Music from the 70s played in the background from C-3PO’s portable extension speaker. Anakin looked confused, coming up to rest a hand on your shoulder. “What are you talking about? We tell each other everything, we— oh. Oh no.

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  • this one doesn’t have a title, but it probably should

    if i keep him around, maybe i can help

    if i turn him away, my friends are protected

    if i keep him around, i can keep an eye on him

    if i turn him away, the problem isn’t solved

    it’s just not mine, anymore

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    pairing: f!reader x toya “dabi” todoroki
    genre: fluff 
    words: 554
    warning: an ugly amount of softness like oof I need to get rid of these butterflies
    extra notes: me? wanting soft and domestic villian dabi? uhmm yes? I hope you guys enjoy!

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    Sunlight peeked in through the curtains of the apartment. The window slightly opened to let in the breeze, the sounds of cars passing barely audible. With a groan and a stretch, Dabi turned away from the window, still full of sleep. His arm reached across the bed to find the warmth he missed. His fingers danced around only to find- nothing. 

    Dabi squinted against the sunlight, scanning the bed. A slight curse left his lips as he sat up, bedsheet falling on his lap. His hands gently rubbed the sleep from his eyes, falling back down to his lap. The mirror across the room pictured him, his torso bare and decorated with bloomed love bites. It took a minute for his brain to come to, Dabi yawning as he stretched. 

    “Baby?” The deep voice whispered, half-lidded eyes looking out the hall to the bathroom. The door was wide open, no sound that you were around. 

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  • To the girl who put her crisps packet in the front pocket of her dungarees, with her 

    Curly brown hair and good ideas

    To the girl who walked home with me when I was thirteen and a half,

    Our hands held tight, sweaty in the June heat,

    The girl who I nearly kissed at the science museum but didn’t.

    We laughed at all the old people staring at us, walking side by side, too close for comfort

    For the girl I saw on the tube 

    Who touched her girlfriend’s shoulder as they got up to leave, laughing at an inside joke

    The girl who smiled at me in the supermarket, twice

    I looked back but couldn’t find the right words

    Better to settle for silence, I decide, and I rush home

    High on anxiety and buzzing with an unquenchable longing

    There is no better feeling than digging for the reliable sort of pain

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  • my mind was wandering

    tears were overflowing

    why couldn’t this sad feeling

    just leave me,

    like you did?

    my heart was searching

    i am hurting

    why couldn’t this sad feeling

    just leave me,

    like everyone else does?

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    #lyrics#untitled #rex orange county
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  • she fears rejection

    afraid her beauty will never be accepted

    so the world pays the way this time


    more curves

    we love buns and thighs

    more body

    we love a glimpse to hold

    more she looks like

    we love imitation that our fantasies spit out


    she fears rejection

    afraid her image will never be accepted

    so her girls pay the way this time


    she’s too little

    she’s so big

    she’s shattered in her mirror

    and we all miss the damage we did


    she fears rejection

    afraid her beauty can never be accepted

    she hurts trying to understand who she is

    running to be little

    racing to increase gains


    but she misses

    she was never meant to be them

    she was made to be

    Her


    skinny

    big smile

    big blowout curls


    big

    bigger energy

    in love with all her curves


    the world doesn’t need another

    we need light

    and that is stored in her


    so I dare you dim she

    I dislike how you made a sunflower turn

    but I’m glad your faults

    only made a better her.


    “Untitled: Oct. 10. 20”

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