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Stranger Things
will byers stan first human second
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

shark vs the universe
DEAR READER
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Misplaced Lens Cap

PR's Tumblrdome
taylor price
styofa doing anything

Discoholic 🪩

izzy's playlists!
Acquired Stardust
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@coffeeandbooknotes
hoi an. 2025.
can’t risk it
THIS PIECE OF PICTURE WORKS.
Gotta take all the chances…..
Never risk it
Too close to final’s week
I could use it.
Why not, spread the luck
Could use some of that. Why not? :)
plenty of emotions.
what a beautiful horrible thing to feel so much
“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”
….
I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
Simone de Beauvoir, from "Inseraparable: A Never Before Published Novel,"
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
— Frida Kahlo
“you will always be messy and you will always look at yourself too much in the mirror”
Frances Ha (2012), dir. Noah Baumbach
“That isn’t who I want to be so I will simply not become it” are words I repeat to myself often these days.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don't know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been... like this
Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings
Andrea Gibson, Birthday
夜の読書
Jeanette Winterson on Substack
Warsan Shire, from “Bless This House”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
the meaning of the song skinny love, explained by justin vernon