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patronsaintofweepingmothers

"angraecum sesquipedale", piotr (2010)

glavilio

V. Polukhin for Krokodil, 1984 (via cartoon channel)

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"grunge_shoes", crystal huddleston (2005)

tomb-mold

can i come over and touch your things and belongings

vacuiterror

wish i was a fat house cat with a raspy ass crunchy meow

wuntrum

utility pole paintings for april / may / june !

definitelyfrankiero

Meeks never stops crying after Neil’s death. Stood in the doorway of Todd’s room he’s got fresh tear marks, out on the snow he’s still red eyed and teary, as they’re singing for him his face is so torn up and tears are falling over his book, he’s actually sobbing; at the meeting after he still has a few tears left and there’s a film here his eyes, and as he’s leaving the office and he’s walking across with Hager he’s wiping tears from his eyes, he shuts himself back in his room without talking to anyone and you can hear in his voice he’s still sobbing as he’s talking to Todd through the door, even as he’s up on the desk with the rest of the poets at the end he’s still. Crying. He. God.

#now I'M gonna cry😭#dead poets society

I hate feeling so dysphoric

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my friend's iphone camera genuinely makes me look like I'm anorexic

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