“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

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Doug Jones

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macklin celebrini has autism
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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!

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One Nice Bug Per Day
EXPECTATIONS
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Xuebing Du
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shark vs the universe
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The Bowery Presents

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@coffeecoffeecoffeeaddict
“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
November
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
I've been listening to Achilles Come Down for 5 days straight, can you tell something's wrong?
you think you’re hot shit because you drink your coffee black but what you don’t know is that i buy the whole beans and eat them like granola
touché🤝, therapy?
Ditto! I’m glad it’s not just me!!!
*dumps more caffeinated garbage into my failing corpse* im thriving
anyone else feel like they missed the entire month of october. And the entire month of september. and the whole summer. and everything before that. anyone else passively floating through space and time. anyone else feeling like a member of the audience in a movie theater screening their own consciousness who’s just sitting back and eating snacks while everything plays out before them
Update: Just had way too much caffeine, am very addicted, but omfg I can see the 4th dimension!!!
Alas poor Yorick…
Just a little sketch I did of poor Yorick.
I knew him Horatio.
Me: this is hamletcore
My therapist: we actually call it clinical depression
Nothing ever ends poetically, it ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
- Kait Rokowski
•Carpe diem•
These pics are appealing to my caffeine addiction.
you, who opened suns in my heart,