- benedict smith, i wish i wrote the way i thought

titsay
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Cosmic Funnies
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

Kiana Khansmith

PR's Tumblrdome
taylor price
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Noah Kahan

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
I'd rather be in outer space πΈ
$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline
The Stonewall Inn

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
macklin celebrini has autism
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@1jin
- benedict smith, i wish i wrote the way i thought
- serial experiments lain -
has a breakdown about what a lonely life it is. goes for a walk with headphones in. purchases a beverage at the supermarket. you know how it goes
i had a dream about you so i slept a little longer
Fallen Angels, 1995 (dir. by Wong Kar-wai)
where's my beloved where's my beloved where's my beloved WHERE is my beloved where is he where is MY beloved
not to be nsfw but if someone caressed my cheek and told me no grave can hold them down, theyβll crawl back to me, Iβd combust immediately
itβs a girl movie you wouldnβt get it
πΉπππ’ πΉπ·, π·πΏπ·πΊ πππ π³ππππππ πΎπ π΅ππππ£ πΊππππ, π·πΏπ·πΊ-π·πΏπΈπΉ
he could fix me
directors putting mirror shots in things like oh the tumblr users are going to have a great time editing whore onto this
u know what i donβt want to focus on me anymore i want a lover I WANT A LOVER i want to be kissed and held and have my hair stroked and comforted and hugged and told iβm pretty and have my hand held and be fed cake and pastries and just LOVED this is so horrible
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BINGING OF BABISH PLEASE MESSAGE ME
How are you feeling?
Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.