Hare kon
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins
Keni

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🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Mike Driver

JVL

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
EXPECTATIONS

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Show & Tell

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Kiana Khansmith
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Hare kon
One Room of Happiness▪︎Sachiiro no One Room
your skin looks so beautiful, soft and delicate. i want to cover it in kisses
finally post my face.
hi, i am mici.
a 23 years young self-proclaimed artist,
an alternative fashion model by day and a gamer by night.
a lover— yeah that's it,
i am a lover.
i am back and will start posting more frequently on Tumblr, mainly about my life as a model, my gaming channels, my arts, and to help promote my socials to grow 🖤
let's be friends,
lots of love from Bali x
houses and bodies they all rot the same
“And love is when someone who even knows your scars, stays to kiss them.”
— Benjamin Griss
Morgan Nikola-Wren
my mouth is a fire escape. the words coming out don’t care that they are naked. there is something burning in there.
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
“Saviour”
Susanna Majuri - 2008
MIA SONG
“Perhaps we are always hurtling our bodies toward the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love from the speeding passage of time, and so maybe, like the dog obedient at my heels, we can walk together peacefully, at least until the next truck comes.”
— Ada Limón, excerpt from “The leash” in The Carrying: Poems
South London Forever
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