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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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Cosmic Funnies
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

tannertan36
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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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The Stonewall Inn

izzy's playlists!
noise dept.
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taylor price

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@dunandgo-blog
me: starts crying
someone else: what's wrong
me: this is just something that happens
thinkin about how when i was 16 i asked my mom to give me permission to get a sherlock tattoo and she was adamant in refusing no matter how much i begged. like…. u saved me, mom. you saved me in every way you can save another human being
My parents in love on the beach in the 70’s
Barack and Michelle Obama, May 26, 1996 by Mariana Cook
i love this
I low key wish I was pretty. Like really pretty. Like gorgeous. The kind of good looks that have everyone wanting to know who you are and where you came from and wondering how you ended up in the same space as them.
I am deeply, ridiculously in love with you. And above everything else I just wanna be with you forever. So Leslie Knope will you…. Y E S.
Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything. And all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.
(via tullipsink)
I didn’t love him. I barely liked him. But he was heat at the peak of summer, and he kissed like I was his last meal– And I was looking for a body to drown in. Back then, I had a candy-coated heart, like flowers tucked in the pages of a hymnal, and he had the thick, calloused hands of a working man. He talked like a friend, but touched like an animal and my bubblegum chest wanted that in ways it couldn’t understand yet. He asked what colors I kissed in and the poet in me cracked open and spilled over– Exposed like an open wound, like all the soft, pink parts of me I didn’t know about. He was a means to an end: my Machiavellian loss of innocence. I don’t regret him, but sometimes I wish I did.
First, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
💜🌸luxury/summer blog,i follow back🌸💜
hey babe did it hurt when you fell from heaven haha ? hey babe did you see a god in heaven haha ?? hey babe is There even a god at all??Does life have a point????Babe?????? Or are we all just pointless machines in an uncaring universe ????????????? Babe ??????????????
“When Tyler talks about “his friends,” he’s talking about the fans who have been around for a long time, before they got big. He’s warning them not to act quickly against the newcomers, who now like the band after they have been big. The warnings against making sudden moves and “watch it,” warn fans, because the new fans have hidden problems too, they have been abused too, we cannot tell, as everyone hides such things. Attacking them for coming to this band makes the old fans heathens and hypocrites, which Tyler is warning against.”
incredible