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Gone ★★★★★★★★★☆

Gone Season 1 ★★★★★★★★★☆

Gone 1x06 “Episode 6” ★★★★★★★★★☆

GENSHIN JUST LOST MY SHIT

IM GOING TO FUCKING CRY

MY DEHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GONE

AAAAAHHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA

Edit: my dehya is back :]

Source: Maren Toom moodboard - when I am gone by Nicolette Sowder

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Happy Ever After All

By Knox

From the album Going, Going, Gone

Added to music worth sharing playlist by Dakota

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Considering the way you decided to respond, you officially have lost every ounce of kindness you once had in my cold little beating heart.

For it is only in being gone that you are able to determine you have something to come back to.

— Rachel Hochhauser, Lady Tremaine: A Novel (St. Martin’s Press, March 3, 2026)

help i just logged in and wydm that oscar, isack, nico, AND VALTTERI are out of the race???!!

A little voice inside my head said,

“Don’t look back, you can never look back.”

I thought I knew what love was!

What did I know?

Those days are gone forever;

I should just let them go, but…

I can see you,

Your brown skin shining in the sun!

You’ve got your top pulled down,

And the radio on, baby.

And I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong,

After the boys of summer have gone!

⚜️🖤⚜️

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‘Gone’ new thriller with Claire Goose & Anna Acton (8 March)

Eve Myles and David Morrissey are Gone in new ITV Drama (Sunday 8 March 2026)

My apple pencil broke I think I might actually cry I JUST WANTED TO DRAW

Always Only A Visitor

I’ve always had this feeling, snug in my brain, that I was invited to be on this planet, but never expected to show up. I’ve always had the nagging inkling that those who invited me bet on the expectation I wouldn’t bother to show up, that the invitation I hold in my hand is just an elaborate joke. Therefore, I had to assume that the visitor, the tourist, even the captive, in whatever scenario I found myself was always going to be me. It’s becoming clearer and clearer that there was never really any essential reason behind my birth, nor any validity for my continued existence during this current moment. My body, my name could go up in smoke and no one’s schedule would be altered and no obituary  would be written to publicize the event. And there’s the black humor of it all: my presence is my absence. 

The universe is so expansive that it’s no wonder I have felt so tiny inside of it ever since I was taught to pray at my bedside in my flannel PJ’s. The essentials of my life appear so complicated that I cannot explain any facet of it to myself to my own satisfaction, let alone anyone else’s. In spite of that, I still feel no obligation to explain myself or share whatever may be troubling me to any stranger or familiar relation (because no one listens). Consequently, I have developed a distaste for casual social interactions because I usually detect a growing anxiousness within me at the thought of having to save others from the embarrassment of revealing unexplored chasms of my psyche which not even I have gotten around to investigating yet.

With that in mind, I’m learning to live without purpose, without goals, without promise because I see no grounds for believing in these concepts anymore and I detest the social expectations that glom onto them. I’m further and further removed from the illusive prospect that there is something noble to fight for and that there’s innate dignity in anything or anyone. Perhaps I’m constructing a mental framework for self-negation so as to side-step the embarrassment of ultimately being correct. How many times shall I scream all my anguish into the wind until someone hears me, except to find out that all the while they’ve been searching for a different lost soul in which to invest their forlorn love?

This is all to say that I’m just so exasperated with trying to convince the rest of humanity of my own humanity. I watch any lingering sense of certainty or comfort I may have had dissolve and disappear without fanfare. I don’t want anyone else with me. I’ve recognized from the beginning that no one will chase after, pursue, me. Who would want to ingratiate an ingrate, right?

So I’m no longer on the surface, bobbing up and down hoping to get someone’s,  anyone’s, attention. Here I am, and there I go.

i wish i never made you mine

- cøzybøy

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