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

Andulka

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Not today Justin

Janaina Medeiros
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#extradirty
RMH
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roma★
Mike Driver
i don't do bad sauce passes
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@fionapplejuice
I feel like that one scene of Justin Bieber getting shot in csi
you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself
fuck off. I just know if I was a dog and my owner let go of my leash i'd be the dog that stops walking and looks at the owner for reassurance and not the dog that runs free
I miss her!!!!!!!!!!! (The sea)
Yōko Wanibe ph Masahisa Fukase
daisies (1966)
nurture & sustain by silas denver melvin
(instagram) (my book)
[Text ID: tomorrow, the birds will brown like butter. i keep telling myself this. tomorrow, hope will hold out. tomorrow, you will remain distant & bitter & i will find a batch of clovers to break my fall. the water will catch the sun & i will catch myself. tomorrow, the blueberries will fatten. i will be thankful it is not winter. i will be thankful i have made it this far. that is all i can do. that is all i can do. /End ID]
pretty sexy of me to keep going despite each day being more unbearable than the last
hi, well it's not a letter but just wanted to ask if everything is ok. you kinda disappeared .-.
hahah hi!! yeah i'm okay, i just forget i have a tumblr sometimes... but thanks for asking tho <3
photos of fiona apple are an example of something real
Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
it’s like insane that an ancient writer knew the words i needed to hear a thousand years on and could see me through all that time but also. it’s not surprising in the least bc they felt as i felt and they sang as i sang and they did everything i’ve ever done there is no state of being which they have not already passed i am nothing new i am not alone and that is a great joy to know
sorry bestie I can’t talk rn I’m busy consuming media that will put me in a worse mental state on purpose 🙄