Kiana Khansmith
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if i look back, i am lost
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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Origami Around
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Cosmic Funnies
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Product Placement
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@gaywitchbitch69
um don't you know that when you play toys it releases dopamine (a CHEMICAL) in your brain... and it literally acts like a DRUG... you might think you enjoy playing toys but it's actually just dopamine dependency... so yeah playing toys addiction is a serious problem :/
religion’s in your lips 🖤
Working hard measuring 2000 Amazonian spiders. This species of araneid orb weaver always reminds me of Hello Kitty
Jatun Sacha, Ecuador
hey!!!! i forgot! grandma wanted me to tell you she’s making stew tonight!!!!!
i love the internet i found a crab chair
what does that even mean
if ur hands are cold it’s just ur ghost boyfriend holding ur hand
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my feet are cold
“I am starting to hate existing less, a thought that at one point, seemed unfathomable. “I will always wish for the blood to stop coursing through my veins.” I remember how that thought sat in my brain, how I let it eat at me. I screamed, I yelled, I kicked. “I will always pray to be six feet under the ground.” I blew out the candles for my eighteenth birthday. Why does life have to be so long? I etched lines into my skin. I carved mountains, and rivers, and valleys, and dunes. I made art where there was none. I painted pictures of what I wanted to see, what I thought should be there. I sculpted a person as hard as rock. I used tools as sharp as steel. I only knew how to destroy, I forgot how to build. Plastered on smiles, words like swords. I feigned rays of sunshine, whilst throwing myself in a thousand different directions. Anything to make you want me. Anything to make me care. I am staring to hate existing less. Today I am an existentialist, tomorrow a Buddhist. I am both sinner and saint, I do not know how. Uncertainty is nothing new. “I am whimsical,” I say to you, as you try to strip me of my wings. But I want nothing tying me down. You don’t know how it is to live without gravity. You do not understand. You could not understand. Self destruction is the only way I stay alive. There are magic stones that make me not fear. I am in a prison of my own security. I am well versed in the act of nonexistence. This I can do well. I may not know how to live, but I know how to die. I need it, I crave it. I have the world at my fingertips and I toss it to the ground. “Not this life,” I say, as if I can pick and choose when consciousness is worth it. This skill is not only learned, it is taught. I am a byproduct of passive aggressive, a reminder of your mistakes. Too much, too much, too much. “Yes, I accept your pleas,” I say to the world. I will make myself small. I will shrink into nothing. I wait for the day the sun will rise. I long for the day to slay my dragons with a shining blade of steel. It does not come. This time I am quiet. This time I stop asking and I wait for my soul to speak. I am not patient, but I don’t have the will to fight. Tenacity only got me so far. And it is in the silence, where I found the strength to let it in. As smooth as a wind, subtle, somber. I let it come inside of me. It whispers, and this time, I will allow it to be true. It is in the silence that I find my salvation. I am starved and bruised and hollow, but I know I am not done. This whisper is my battle cry. I will wait for my voice to catch up. I will sing it from mountain tops. I will soon say it, those magic words: “I am starting to hate existing less,” and I will mean it.”
— A.M. Listen
Lamo got to the next town over and my engine overheated and white smoke is comming out of the engine. I’m stranded on the walmart parking lot. We have AARP but still. What a fucking joke. My car actually finally died for real this time. Theres no comming back from a smokey engine.
I legit have no more tears left over this situation. How will I get to job interviews or run errands? Who knows.
RIP Bettle Bug!!! You was a real one!!!!!
Hay guys so it turns out my car is salvageable! I had some fluids leaking onto my engine and thats where the white steam was comming from and why it overheated last week. I got a price quite and its going to cost $900 to fix my car. My family is going to give me some and I have some money and I only need $400 to pay the rest of the bill. If anyone would can help at all that would be greatly appreciated! https://www.paypal.me/SophiaChester CashApp-$SophiaChes
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The best possible way to watch Jaws.
Frozen II (2020)
Dir. Jennifer Lee, Chris Buck
otp meme • [¾] favorite scenes ↳ their first meeting
That moment Raleigh Beckett subverted not just Mako Mori’s expectations but the expectations of everyone in the audience and went from “brooding traumatized former rebel dude” to “super talented golden retriever.”
thirsty little man has a drink
til ‘argonaut’ can have 2 VERY different definitions
option 1: from greek mythology. jason & the argonauts, hunting down golden freece. classic if a lil boring
OPTION 2:
