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Peter Solarz

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Kiana Khansmith

izzy's playlists!
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day

Product Placement
will byers stan first human second
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Three Goblin Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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NASA

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@ally-probably
me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate
if this tweet doesn’t make perfect sense to u immediately then u weren’t meant to understand it
the year was Two Thousand and twenty-five. I took a puff of my Electronic-Cigarette, inhaling the vapours. my mobile terminal buzzed in my pocket, a flat slab of microchips and glossy touchscreen. I ignored it....... probably another Electronic-Mail
when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain
theyre adding a new piece to the chess board its called the prince and basically he fags it up out there
how’s that house that raised you?
subway employees when i tell them i want a sub:
world heritage post
bro i just got advertised the concept of fear 
non sequitur ? uhhh ,i hope to be having a lot of seq uit her actually
Good news for those who wanna add it to their playlists, it’s on spotify
you all hate the position i sleep in because you haven’t advanced to my level and you’re jealous of my mental acuity and caustic wit as well as being extremely good at sleeping
Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the still, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.
Now I'm eating croutons straight out of the bag.
this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen
guys this post is a big hit on the adolescent psych ward