"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
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Not today Justin
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Noah Kahan

Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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One Nice Bug Per Day
occasionally subtle

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$LAYYYTER
Misplaced Lens Cap
Cosimo Galluzzi

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£

if i look back, i am lost

@theartofmadeline
KIROKAZE
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@barbiebrayj
"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing
Stider man
Dog shīt BabyBlue. I bet BubbyBoo cheats on you.
Transformer truck in the college parking lot with spidey webs
Village - street 06 (by drayy)
You're pretty ā”
Youāre prettier ā„ļø
āShe hides in her jasmine scent, the secret poet of tomorrow and always,ā
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have a hog wild weekend
Iād wait for even the most docile look or glance you could give me, not needing a nod or a wave from you.
Iād wait for a kiss on my hand or forehead, whichever seems more appropriate for your kin.
Iād hold out long enough for you to notice my affection and how clammy your words (or lack there of) make the backs of my knees, even if that meant telling you to feel them.
I would bide my time until you note how sour my taste for you had turned, letting you smell my breath afterwards.
Iād wait for you to realize how uncomfortable your guilt makes me feel, the hives on my neck starting to whisper sweet nothings to me.
Iād wait for you to sleep in your bed with someone else, fucking them, while still thinking of me. Wishing it was me.
Iād wait for you to come back to me, even if that meant hurting myself. Over and over again.