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Kiana Khansmith

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ojovivo

Discoholic 🪩
Cosimo Galluzzi
Keni

JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

tannertan36
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
Game of Thrones Daily

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Three Goblin Art

roma★
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
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@blowmebesitos
@blackprincesssociety
every day i wish the tumblr sugar daddies were real
yea actually i WOULD like a weekly allowance for being so cute and hot and funny online. i deserve it.
A girl’s natural habitat is in a bed with many blankets and pillows and it’s inhumane to remove her from her natural habitat
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“…but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)
Seeing black women happy >>>>>
Seeing black women in love >>>>
Seeing black women succeed >>>>
Seeing black women thriving >>>>
Seeing black women know their worth >>>>
I’m sorry but this list can go on and on because Black women deserve the world plus some
Rediscovering old music at different times of your life
You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply
anyone: how are you doing??
me: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh anyway how are you.
mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
i want to see old men with full beards learning ballet and i want to see terrible art from people in their 30s who have only just got their first tablet and i want to see mothers picking up their old hobbies from before they were told it wasn’t okay to have hobbies and i want to see people in their early 20s figuring out how to be alive by making bad music in their bedrooms and i want zines to be handmade paper pamphlets of devotion and i want creation to be fun again instead of a competition where we all have to monetise joy until we lose the invaluable currency of unashamed love again