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KIROKAZE
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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occasionally subtle

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Product Placement
Claire Keane
Sade Olutola
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
YOU ARE THE REASON
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

Discoholic 🪩
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka
art blog(derogatory)
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@brokenwhispers
Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
This is the energy we all need 🥺🥰
sending me cute messages out of the blue is the key to my heart, like yes let me know I’m on your mind.
knowing you mutually masturbate to the thought of each other is so fucking hot
Tons more at the source!
A vibe.
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When you survive loss, everyone is quick to tell you how strong you are, and how tough you must be. But actually no one has a choice to survive grief do they? It’s not optional. You just have to cry in the shower, sob in your pillow and pray that you will make it.
“I miss the times you were looking at me . Maybe because it always felt like your soul was trying to reach mine.”
“she’s strong but she’s exhausted”
— r.h. Sin (via urbanestateofmind)
“Hidden Behind The Stars” by Morysetta
tove lo // bad days
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“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.”
— Jim Butcher
“Your flaws are perfect for the heart that is meant to love you.”
— Unknown