Meirl

izzy's playlists!

ellievsbear
occasionally subtle

roma★
Sade Olutola

titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
art blog(derogatory)
RMH
Fai_Ryy

oozey mess
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
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Meirl
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I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
Silence Has No Wings (1966) Directed by Kazuo Kuroki
me: is fine being single, understands i am still capable of love, is in no rush, doesn’t like relationships that much
stupid brain:
Czar Kristoff
this might be the touch-starved talking but what is it about handwritten letters that feels like a hidden kiss
this one scene in the latest simpsons episode got dangerously close to classic simpsons levels of heartfelt
“I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learnt to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.” –Saul Leiter
(gallery)
The Romance Of Nightlife by Karel Chladek
this really makes me fucking cry
Baby pittbul sleeper
Maison Martin Margiela 90’s Topless Tabi Shoes
jenny slate
HOME MADE GARLIC BREAD AHHHHH Just fresh garlic, nuttalex, dried oregano and fresh rosemary 🌿🌱🍃🌾#vegan
“My life seems to have stopped. I feel neither joy nor sorrow.”
— Sarah Bernardt, from a letter to Jean-Mounet Sully wr. c. January 1874