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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.
hello vonnie
Three Goblin Art

Origami Around
Sweet Seals For You, Always
One Nice Bug Per Day
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
taylor price
noise dept.

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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature

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@awkwardturtlewrites
bad at love - halsey
Concept: an immortal who doesn’t 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 “"dying”“ before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. “Ah, fuck. You’ll never guess who’s resurfaced again.” “Fucking… Dave?” “Fucking Dave.”
“Amy Tilton, the Hamptons, where I was recently left for dead by this coward.”
@nyxmuses
Gal Gadot comforts young Wonder Woman fan at Comic Con 2017
Scott Eastwood for Colcci Fashion Film.
new girl rewatch → First Date (2x21)
Yes! Let’s do it! We’re going on a date!
everyone on friends is gay (20/?)
Sometimes love does not end with goodbye. It just ends.
aribcagesymphony (via wnq-writers)
Hey,“ He softly says from behind me. I’m tempted to turn my head so I can see him, the face I haven’t seen in what feels like ages, but I decide against it. Instead, I keep my eyes peering out in front of me. “I’m sorry,” He speaks again. I don’t respond. “Please,” He begs. “Say something.” Closing my eyes slowly, I let out a breath. “I loved you,” I shake, “and you left me.
E. Grin
@nyxmuses
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