We Diagnose You With A Creeping Sense Of Alienation Forever. Incurable

guys I finally did it. I procrastinated something so hard I actually made a uquiz.

I'm dostoevski's ridiculous man

haiku #9, tathev simonyan

BABE WAKE UP NEW EURIPIDES CONTENT IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024

soukoku's story in art and poetry: chuuya's exhibition

— on loneliness

dedicated to @vminiesvsoulmates <3

holly warburton - a face in the crowd // nakahara chuuya - autumn poem // haruki murakami - sputnik sweetheart // holly warburton - night-time solitude // unknown // charles bukowski // bell hooks - the will to change // olivia laing - the lonely city // ocean vuong - thanksgiving 2006 // edward hopper - nighthawks // emanuele aloia - sempre // nakahara chuuya - poem of the guilty one // james blake - retrograde // van gogh - bedroom in arles // roar - I can't handle change // taylor swift - the archer // lowell birge harrison - a wintry walk // maurice pirenne - evening

You’ve been hit by 🔪

You’ve been struck by 🔪

A Roman Senator 🔪🔪🔪

VI: THE LOVERS

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The sand would have rose with Anakin if the Jedi hadn't been rotten and selfish; acting like this they helped Ani's downfall and the birth of Darth Vader. Palpatine convinced him to join the dark side because there was no one else on the other side willing to help him.

Anakin + M for the minific thing, please

M. when it rains/snows/storms;

The palace doors were shuddering and clattering and hissing, shaken by the sand raging outside. It was furious, building onto itself, feeding the storm grain by grain like single drops feed seas on other planets he had only heard of in bits of stolen tales, conversations eavesdropped from people free to roam the galaxy as it pleased them. The noise was astonishing. The Desert was screaming, roaring, just like the slaves who died at the execution he had been obliged to attend to only a few days ago. They shared the same fierce dignity, the same fearlessness. It was said the Desert’s strength came to hover on their dying children if only someone dared ask for help. Sandstorm were the moment when every dead slave came back to life to throw their wrath onto the world. He knew that. He knew that without single grains a sandstorm would be nothing, and the raw, angry song those single grains were able to form together had always struck him. Sometimes, no matter how dangerous it was, no matter that he had too much respect for the Desert to defy them like that, he wished he could be outside, facing the sandstorm in the eye.

He kept brushing the mop against the floor, knelt on hot sandstone. There was dust all over the place, and Gardulla hated dusty aisles, especially during sandstorms, when sand used to sneak in from every crack and crevice of the structure and settle on every layer, on every spot, like a rough, gritty blanket. She wanted no Desert trace in her palace, because a Hutt can control the Desert, a Hutt can shut the Desert out. Anakin liked the dust he was cleaning away, though. He knew the truth. He knew sand could rise, and rise, and rise, and cover every Master’s throne, cover the palace, cover whole cities, cover entire worlds. He knew it could slip into the shackles’ gears and erode the steel, it could blows into Masters’ eyes and blinds them. Sand was powerful and unstoppable. He knew one day it would have set his people free.

PEOPLE ARE DRAWING MODERN AUS OF PRINCESS MONONOKE? CUTE TEEHEE WE HAVE AN APARTMENT AND TWO DOGS AUS OF PRINCESS MONONOKE? You are insane. San would be in Jail

told my girlfriend that if she proposes i want a secondhand wedding ring. i explained i don't want to contribute to a vanity-based industry like diamond mining, and that it would be important to me to continue marriage traditions in a way that causes minimal environmental and personal harm. she asked me if i was just trying to roll the dice on obtaining a haunted object, and i told her i can want two things.