hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

#extradirty

if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
occasionally subtle
ojovivo
todays bird
taylor price

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club

titsay

Origami Around
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will byers stan first human second
Sade Olutola
Stranger Things

seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
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seen from Panama
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seen from China
@fadinglimmer
Mary Oliver, from a piece titled "Comfort," featured in Little Alleluias: Collected Poetry and Prose
lauralabee
— @eternaldroplets on x (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
I keep becoming me over and over and over again
— Greg Santora (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
love finds you in the middle of a field
How the absence of someone else feels like the absence of myself
I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.
— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)
Heart-shaped spider web
how do you think you can tell if you're in love?
the arrow in your heart