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The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
tumblr dot com
Fieri Frames

Origami Around

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bestie i hope you heal from the things you don’t share with anyone
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
― Jamie Anderson
"A Part of Me Died"💔
It didn’t kill me, but something changed,
A piece of me lost, forever estranged.
I walked away, yet not the same,
A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.
That day took part of who I was,
Left me searching, without cause.
I carry on, but feel the void,
A heart once whole, now destroyed.
It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole.
An echo remains, deep in my soul.
I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied—
A part of me, that day, quietly died.
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
― Jamie Anderson
this blog is a museum of my heart
Homophobe Rapper labern nur Müll, als ob die Deppen jemand anbaggern würd’
Casper - Lass sie gehen
Ok but like… how do y’all live without overthinking
this blog may contain sensitive content (its me im sensitive)
Und dann sitzt du plötzlich stundenlang da, liest alte Nachrichten und denkst über vergangene Zeiten und Freunde nach
sometimes it just hurts and there is nothing you can do about it
im so sensitive i wasn’t made for earth
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Missing something that is gone forever and can never be the same again breaks your heart. You look back at how it was and desperately wish that it didn’t develop that way, but there’s nothing you can do. You know you have to accept it, but deep inside yourself, you just can not do that.