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muleumpyo:

Digital drawing of Big and Chan from KinnPorsche: The Series. Curled up facing each other, Big lifts a hand to press at the corner of Chan's lips. Chan's hand curls around the nape of Big's neck.ALT
Closeup of digital drawing of Big and Chan from KinnPorsche: The Series. Curled up facing each other, Big lifts a hand to press at the corner of Chan's lips. Chan's hand curls around the nape of Big's neck.ALT

someone will remember us
i say
even in another time

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho - trans. by Anne Ca
rson

goddesspharo:

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Olympic gold medalist secretaries of defense Alyssa Naeher and Naomi Girma hugging after the USWNT win against Brazil - 08.10.24

Anonymous

18!!! I want to sufferrrrrr 🤠

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

okay omg thank you for waiting but So lovers say by littlerietveld really tore my heart out, a chanbig fic with the fake dating trope (already so good) with the additional ‘I know they’re in love with someone else/I think they’re not in love with me - but I will take what I can get’ is soo good so tasty god my chest hurts 😭😭😭😭 it also has 'theyre in 'unrequited’ love with each other but they’re having sex the whole time (or at least part of it)’ if you would like another dollop of very beautiful pain oof 💔💘💗

for the fic rec ask game!

suzteel:

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tong thanayut thakoonauttaya as tankhun theerapanyakul

kinnporsche: the series (2022) - episode 13

kinnbig:

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only twenty minutes to sleep
but you dream of some epiphany
just one single glimpse of relief
to make sense of what you’ve seen

Big + epiphany

About Me

The clock rises. The door opens, enter the outdoors. We fall outside ourselves. The clock strikes. Fire. We fall. In love. Headfirst. Arms open, torso open. The stranger enters our body, nervous, opens the avid mouths in the heart, in the belly, the mouths fill up with famine, it burns it bites in the breast, painful signs, nameless, very powerful phenomena… finally all this inconvenient, invincible pain, this aggression, this displeasure that twists its great vital nerve, this martyrdom with malady, this voracity for mean, with hesitation we call it love. The odor of fire, the taste of blood, life enriched by wounds, enhanced by murders — love. 🌹 - Hélène Cixous - “What is it O’Clock? Or the Door (We Never Enter)," from Stigmata: Escaping Texts

My vulnerability is natural and permissible and beautiful to me, and it should remind you of your responsibility to behave like a friend to me and the world. - Jenny Slate

FAQ

if i loved you less?

i might be able to talk about it more.

somebody always needs to go first.

i know this. i go first.

you dreamt of me?

no. i thought of you.

send me the things

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