
Game Changer & Make Some Noise

oozey mess
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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noise dept.

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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Mike Driver
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Keni
The Bowery Presents
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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KIROKAZE
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane

Love Begins
Fieri Frames

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There’s nothing poetic about tearing yourself open to let tsunamis of pain spill out and stain your sheets red, all because there’s battles in your head you can no longer fight and a blade to your skin is the only armour you can find. There’s nothing romantic about being so depressed that showering is a chore and that you’re so convinced that the world would be better off without you that you have no energy to even try anymore. There’s nothing beautiful about substituting relationships and happiness for a skeleton that sits upon your skin because you want to be the kind of perfect that would make someone fall in love with you in a world where you’re completely alone. There’s nothing cute about being unable to leave the house or be in groups or fall in love without firecrackers igniting in your chest and drowning in an invisible ocean while everyone else is staying afloat
Open your eyes (m.g)
You have been weaved into every letter of every sentence of everything I have ever written, but you do not recognise yourself. You are cold, and when it comes to understanding my love you are illiterate. You get tired and then we are okay. And like this, it goes on for a few days. I burrow myself under covers, you get lost in your work. The coffee gets cold, you leave the dinner in the car. The keys through the door become a less familiar sound. Your skin becomes a less familiar touch. You tell me I don’t listen to what you say, and I don’t. You interrupt me while I breakdown and then you kiss my neck and it’s okay again. We lost ourselves in the quiet hums of the world. We, so small in comparison to the universe which you swore we’d explore. I was the only face you’d ever find in the blur of the crowd. Now we are so lucky to even find each other when we are alone.
Part one of a nightmare. (via pennyroyalprincess)
do you feel lonely by natalia peris
at Thurloe Square Gardens
“Kind souls have kind faces, even if they’re not beautiful. what you instill in your soul, appears on your face.” - Mohammed Alrotayyan
at Kynance Mews
la jolla streets
This is the total lunar eclipse of April 4, 2015 seen between cherry blossoms in Japan. It looks really magical when something terrestrial and celestial are together like that. image by Kyodo via Reuters
You gotta act like shit don’t phase you, even if it does.