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Love Begins
dirt enthusiast
Acquired Stardust
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Cosmic Funnies
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

titsay
i don't do bad sauce passes

@theartofmadeline
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shark vs the universe
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
hello vonnie
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@deadlycalypso
Bohumil Hrabal (28. března 1914 – 3. února 1997)
U can do it 2 baby’s
Janet Fitch, from White Oleander
I went to riverbed to wait for you to show up, you didnt show up, I kept waiting .
I can't explain what i mean and even if i could I'm not sure i would feel like it .
People walk along the snow-covered Charles Bridge, Prague (1968)
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Vikings, from ‘Crossings’
"I think of you with the most excruciating tenderness."
– Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey
Ada Limón, from “The Vulture & The Body.”
[Text ID: “What if, instead of carrying a child, I am supposed to carry grief?”]
Coked up Sky Ferreira: "If you like Tumblr you're gonna like this" during 2012 fashion week
When Edgar Allan Poe said, "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity," and, "There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."
Excerpts from love letters that are close to my heart
1. Letters to Vera by Vladimir Nobokov//2 and 3. Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka//4. Emily Dickinson's letters to Susan Gilbert//5. John Keat's love letter to Fanny Brawne//6. Vita Sackville-West letters to Virginia Woolf
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, Tuesday 12 September 1939)