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[pauline-memento]

[frs77]

can you feel me thinking of you?

[chrishayley]

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: AT WORLD’S END 2006-2007 | dir. Gore Verbinski

[annijaozola]

[fairycosmos]

does anyone know what the first step of unlearning shame is. please say it’s substance abuse

[henk-heijmans]

Avenue of stars, 2022 - by Łukasz Spychała (1995), Polish

[guttergirl-444]

Pam Grier by Albert Watson, Players Girls Pictorial Magazine

[dionysian-mystery]

The Jacaranda Years by Yiwei Chai

[spitblossoms]

[gaycommunist]

growing apart (maybe in another life)

“p.s. i still love you” jenny han // hanif kureishi “intimacy and midnight all day: a novel and stories” // andrew wyeth “breakup”, 1994 // kevin wilson “nothing to see here” // sue zhao // christa wolf “cassandra: a novel and four essays” // zhiyong jing “the longing in your heart”, 2019 // frank ocean “white ferrari” // @wickleg

[dark-splendor]

Embrace (1917), Egon Schiele

[ijaazat]

we could glow pink in the night in my room together if you wanted to

[sobertodeath2018-deactivated202]

whatever we want by jp brammer

[n1rvana]

[galacticpasta]

man the bravest shit you can do in this world is love indefinitely

[galacticpasta]

there’s so much heartbreak and loss out there that sometimes caring about anything feels like a weakness. but despite all the risks that come with being vulnerable there are people out there who just love and love and love without thinking twice and on god that’s whats keeping the earth on its axis

[adfamiliares]

moon over goldsboro, the mountain goats/meanwhile, richard siken

[soracities]

“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water