almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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

ellievsbear
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni

pixel skylines
trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes

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@fuckinghamnips
top 5 plastic chairs i'd love to die in
number 1
number 2
number 3
Wheres the last 2 op
They died in plastic chair number 3
cowboy advice
be rootin
be tootin
and by god be shootin
but most of all
be kind
queer eye (1x02): saving sasquatch
new boot goofin
jumping for sunflower seeds
me screaming man i feel like a woman on my way to target to buy a pint of ben and jerrys and five $3 items from that display that traps you right inside the door
Mirage Tour
A howl to be proud of!
nine favorite runway looks from RPDR season 10 top 4 queens: Aquaria
Stevie with Fleetwood Mac live at the Summit in Houston, TX - May 16, 1977
Cruel choices #137: you must consume one - and only one - of the following pieces of media.
1. Sailor Moon retold in the style of a 19th Century Russian philosophical novel.
2. The Brothers Karamazov retold in the style of a magical girl anime.
“Our very existence proves there is a peak,” Mars spat, the wind-swept snow no deterrent to her clad in naught but the Sailor uniform as she was. “Man need not concern itself with matters of godhood. We are gods given flesh.”
“It is precisely because of what we are that they cannot rest.” Mercury replied. “One cannot and must not embrace egoism. If we fall, who then will they turn to? Who then will care for what mankind has wrought? Only mankind itself.”
Then from two alleys over there came not so much a cry but a sound, a resolute plea to the skies above not for help, but for guarantee of vengeance. The earnest note struck chords within Mars and Mercury, as if it had been an answer to both of their sides; and yet, it was distinctly not.
“Corrupting the minds of the people with false nationalism where there should be nothing but love of all man, exemplifying godhood as nothing more than superiority to others instead of preaching it as empathy and spilling my borscht… For that, I cannot forgive you! In the name of the moon, I will punish you!”