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Today's Document
sheepfilms
The Stonewall Inn
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Noah Kahan
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
cherry valley forever

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Keni
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins

Andulka

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Sade Olutola
Stranger Things

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pre-traumatic stress
Nina Simone performs live on stage at Newport Jazz Festival in Newport, Rhode Island, United States on 4th July 1968. Photographed by David Redfern.
A dog born in Bulgaria but living in Brazil is happy that a Bulgarian Shepherd dog has opened a kiosk selling food typical of his homeland.
I felt there wasn't enough mom!katniss fanart so I made some 🤲🏼
digital artists you have my utmost respect how do you do it
also don't look at the background stay focused
josh o'conner has the kind of working class swag that timmy chalamet is lowkey gagging for but cannot ever authentically reproduce
it’s sexy to try and it’s cool to care. death to nonchalance
you could never gaslight me into believing mcu steve rogers was straight
Life is quite literally all about enjoying amazing food and seeing little silly films. Releasing as much art from your mind into the real world as possible. Building community in spite of individualism. Passing along kindness to strangers. Finishing off the day with a delectable ice cream or a novelty beverage of some kind. Oh and ignoring your notifications.
"I CANT HANDLE THIS" *handles this*
"I CANT TAKE ANOTHER DAY" *takes another day*
Accidentally put my whole fucking heart into something that wasnt fucking meant for me again fucking hell
We should go back to calling things wack. Shit's never been wacker
you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.
The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.
This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.
We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.
FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.
Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
(just NO a.i)
my mom took this nearly 10 years ago. she was outside and just happened to have her camera when some newlyweds went by on a bicycle for two
there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow
I have been trying tomorrow for the past 3 years
and you still have tomorrow to try again