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Love Begins
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Not today Justin
Fai_Ryy
Cosmic Funnies
noise dept.

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

titsay
ojovivo
YOU ARE THE REASON

izzy's playlists!
Sade Olutola
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
Noah Kahan
KIROKAZE

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@clara-oswald
1.17
I work on myself daily to be a better person. When I react in a negative way to somebody, I sit back and think about why I did it, so I’m always working on myself, and my music is the same.
The Doctor’s Wife (6x04)
The Doctor’s Wife // The Witch’s Familiar
By Mike Depetris
Harry looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough.
u can tell who the ancients of tumblr are bc they’re the ones not posting anything abt where to find them if this site collapses…we know this site isnt going anywhere….the apocalypse couldnt stop this garbage…..it has the cybernetic code of a cockroach
Jenna Coleman at Heathrow Airport in London, England (17.10.18)
yall, i’m watching the cry and the twist at the end of episode 3 had me shook
Noah Centineo as Peter Kavinsky in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) dir. Susan Johnson
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★ T E A M C O C K R O A C H ★
There’s this moment, when you’re sure you’re about to die, and then…you’re born. It’s terrifying. Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echos of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts, shape myself towards them.
To All the Mutuals I Still Follow Even Though We Only Had That One Hyperfixation in Common Like Five Years Ago