art blog(derogatory)
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Noah Kahan
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Today's Document

ellievsbear

shark vs the universe

oozey mess

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£

if i look back, i am lost

PR's Tumblrdome

pixel skylines
Mike Driver

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
trying on a metaphor
RMH

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@awkwardturtlewrites
bad at love - halsey
Concept: an immortal who doesnāt shy away from photos or paintings. Draws self portraits on cave walls. Photobombs everything with a pout and a suave pose. Commissions numerous portraits of themself as a literary Romantic before faking their death. Tries to be at least slightly famous every time they have a new identity. Creates a conspiracy blog linking all their past photos together before mysteriously disappearing in mysterious circumstances. Mysteriously. Usually only disappears for 10 to 20 years after ā"dyingāā before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. āAh, fuck. Youāll never guess whoās resurfaced again.ā āFucking⦠Dave?ā āFucking Dave.ā
āAmy Tilton, the Hamptons, where I was recently left for dead by this coward.ā
@nyxmuses
Gal Gadot comforts young Wonder Woman fan at Comic Con 2017
Scott Eastwood for Colcci Fashion Film.
new girl rewatch ā First Date (2x21)
Yes! Letās do it! Weāre going on a date!Ā
everyone on friends is gay (20/?)
Sometimes love does not end with goodbye. It just ends.
aribcagesymphony (via wnq-writers)
Hey,ā He softly says from behind me. Iām tempted to turn my head so I can see him, the face I havenāt seen in what feels like ages, but I decide against it. Instead, I keep my eyes peering out in front of me. āIām sorry,ā He speaks again. I donāt respond. āPlease,ā He begs. āSay something.ā Closing my eyes slowly, I let out a breath. āI loved you,ā I shake, āand you left me.
E. Grin
@nyxmuses
(via kenziecarrion)