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Not today Justin
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Stranger Things
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Keni

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
hello vonnie

Kiana Khansmith
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
macklin celebrini has autism
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Three Goblin Art

shark vs the universe
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Michelle Whitchurch
Nothing like sitting around crying and smoking weed and listening to Nelly Furtado to make you think you haven't changed even a bit in the last 5 years.
The Bassist from my kid band, "The Pop Rocks"
Via: Rookie Magazine
From the Girls Rock! Showcase.
Campbell's looking bored of Rock n' Roll.
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spirit animal
He told us to "try it out."
My pops loves his damned iPad
“It will be the same as it has always been and you are right to pack your heart in ice if you believe this.” -James Tate, from “Wait For Me”
(via ahuntersheart)
“This llareta plant, parts of which are over 3000 years old, calls Chile’s Atacama desert home. Llaretas can be found throughout the Andes in Peru, Bolivia, Chile and Argentina. A relative of parsley, its moss-like appearance belies thousands of flowering buds on long stems which are so densely packed together they can take the weight of a human.”
I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after the rains have stopped or the fire you want to go to bed from but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down the red coals more extreme, more curious in their flashing and dying than you wish they were sitting long after midnight
Adrienne Rich, “For the Dead” (via awritersruminations)
Rest in Peach, Adrienne Rich.
Christoph Niemann