Dame Maggie Smith as Muriel Donnelly The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2015)
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JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka

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Dame Maggie Smith as Muriel Donnelly The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (2015)
“Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them.”
— John Green
“She is water: soft enough to offer life, tough enough to drown it away.”
— Rupi Kaur
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there's no place you'd rather be. Kiss her but not like you're waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. kiss her like you've forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you're the brightest thing she's ever seen. Kiss her like she's the brightest thing you've ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like she's the first and the only piece of chocolate you're ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent.
Academic girl
Perhaps to lay hands on your child is to prepare him for war
-Ocean Vuong
// On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Harry styles is a man written by women
Sometimes, you have to leave people, just there, in that vacancy of space, to give yourself peace, to embrace your own version of life without them. What is yours will be yours.
— Chuck Akot
“Hick”