what's your best meme Claudia?? I wanna see what you got.

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AnasAbdin

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Claire Keane

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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Sade Olutola

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$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON

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what's your best meme Claudia?? I wanna see what you got.
why would they ever delete this scene
Duc de Berry (young Louis XVI) by Jean Martial Fredou. 1760.Details.
Disc 1 00:00 Logo And Prosper 01:48 Trick Or Treaty 02:34 We Come In Pieces 03:52 Thank Your Lucky Star Date 06:07 Night On The Yorktown 11:45 To Thine Own D...
My dudes, I was listening to this while working today and only checked out the titles when it got done. I’m dying:
Caspar David Friedrich, A Walk at Dusk.
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this is for soleil
#blessed
cuddling fairy wrens
reblog if u agree
“resting bitch face” or, as i like to call it, “a woman that isn’t smiling”
South Tyrolean Alps
Lukas Furlan
THIS IS TOO REAL
MY BOIII JAMES
When someone dies, we go searching for poetry. When a new chapter of life starts or ends — graduations, weddings, inaugurations, funerals — we insist on poetry. The occasion for poetry is always a grand one, leaving us little people with our little lives bereft of elegies and love poems. But I want elegies while I’m still alive, I want rhapsodies though I’ve never seen Mount Olympus. I want ballads, I want ugly, grating sounds, I want repetition, I want white space, I want juxtaposition and metaphor and meditation and ALL CAPS and erasure and blank verse and sonnets and even center-aligned italicized poems that rhyme, and most of all — feelings.
Jenny Zhang, “How It Feels,” published in Poetry (via bostonpoetryslam)