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Andulka
sheepfilms

bliss lane
Interview Vampire Daily

blake kathryn

ellievsbear
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

shark vs the universe
EXPECTATIONS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

roma★
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Not today Justin
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macklin celebrini has autism

Product Placement

#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies

titsay
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@cretakano
PUPPY LAMB BY ME WITH MY PC MOUSE. CLICK FOR HIGH RES
The most painful thing about suffering was that it was a phantom, one spent one's time pursuing it, one always hoped to catch it, and plunge into it and suffer squarely with clenched teeth: but in that instant it escaped, leaving nothing behind but a scatterment of words, and countless demented, pullulating arguments.
The Age of Reason, Jean-Paul Sartre, 1945
do you want to come over and develop secure and healthy attachments together
This is me btw
John Christopher Jones, Design Methods
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Seiichi Hayashi
guy on a work call just accidentally said “have a nice freak-end” instead of weekend and now i desperately want that to be the new meme. have a nice freakend everybody
let's all care. Forever
she’s beautiful and i will always Remember to listen to the wisdom of the Pearl
Georges Rodenbach, from "Aquarium Mental V", written c. June 1882
must have some pretty great picks after being in there for 55 years
august 1, 2008
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem.
The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962
“Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, from “Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle”