A late evening thunderstorm on the Overseas Highway from Homestead to Key West
Taken June 2021
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
Mike Driver
we're not kids anymore.

oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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NASA
Keni

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todays bird
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@allyhqs
A late evening thunderstorm on the Overseas Highway from Homestead to Key West
Taken June 2021
MAMMA MIA! HERE WE GO AGAIN (2018) dir. Ol Parker
Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead (1991) dir. by Stephen Herek
lucent-luca·:
who: open @luxorstarters· when: after luxor carnival. where: bonfire.
“Don’t worry, babe. Went through the liberty of grabbing you a cup,” Luca announced coolly, reaching out to pass the second cup of hot cocoa he had gotten. He took a seat beside them on the bench, inviting himself into their evening, though he doubt they’d want to turn him away. “Can’t remember the last time I’ve had a fucking hot chocolate,” he said with a half-scoff, half-chuckle. Luca takes a sip from his cup, savoring the creamy chocolately notes. “It’s the simple things in life,” he concludes with a small nod, glancing to the other with a hint of a smirk.
“on a scale of one to ten, how well do you think this would mix with vodka?” ally questioned with the raise of a brow, holding up a plastic bottle filled with clear liquid. her wealthier classmates would probably have an engraved sterling silver flask to drink from, but an old poland springs bottle worked well enough for ally. “like, do you think it’d be an absolute travesty to the taste buds? or do you think it’d be decent?” she mused distractedly as she considered. “anyway, thanks for this. i’m freeing my tits off. florida weather does not prepare a gal for this shit.”
jckelly·:
@luxorstarters·
“What you looking at, love?” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at the other student from his position beside the bonfire, before leaning back, a smirk obvious on his lips. “I know seeing a hot guy by a bonfire is basically an autumn dream, but you don’t need to stare that much…”
“dude, i am on three to five various substances at any given moment. i tend to zone out a lot. trust me, if i were into you, you’d know. i would’ve asked if you wanted to ditch this bonfire, toss off our clothes and frolic through the woods like fuckin’—” she paused, took a swig from her red solo cup. “—forrest nymphs.” she winks, deadpan.
i am bursting with thoughts on film.
did you know cinema is sometimes referred to as movies?
Is that ALLISON “ALLY” COHEN? Wow, they do look a lot like ZOEY DEUTCH. I hear SHE is a TWENTY-ONE year old JUNIOR who are studying GRAPHIC DESIGN at Luxor University. Word is they are a SCHOLARSHIP student who is AGAINST The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be IRREVERENT and CYNICAL, but on the bright side they can also be CLEVER and CREATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.
weird vintage t-shirt aesthetic is my newest fascination
confession: when i was in high school my best friend used to steal a ton of clothes from the busted-ass target in town and then walk across the street and sell them at plato’s closet and she called it her job. i’d be like “where are you?” and she’d be like “at work” and i’d know she was just robbing a target blind lmao
trying to work out what to do with my life ??? taking suggestions
MISTRESS AMERICA (2015) dir. Noah Baumbach
getting milk at the grocery store at 11pm bc you have to make pancakes
ZOEY DEUTCH on the set of ‘Not Okay’
I WAS A SMALL GIRL
SHE WAS MY MOM
BUT SHE TOO WAS SMALL
I SAW IT IN THE WAY HER EYES FILLED WITH TEARS AS SHE TALKED ON THE PHONE
I FELT A NEED TO HOLD HER
TO COMFORT HER
TO TAKE AWAY HER PAIN
WE WERE TWO SMALL GIRLS
WITH SUCH UNBEARABLE FEELINGS