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Kiana Khansmith
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The Stonewall Inn
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shark vs the universe
Keni
cherry valley forever
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baby's first everything ever
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The Witches Rout (Lo Stregozzo) - Agostino Veneziano, and/or Marcantonio Raimondi, c. 1524-1532
remember to carry a deep and unnameable shame within you at all times
Rilakkuma ,Fujisawa
need him to be sooo weird about me
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lambs in dingle, ireland
Barbara Takenaga, Lines to the Center II, 2014, Acrylic on linen, 45 x 54 inches
my thighs rn
when your coffee tastes good today and you start thinking god has forgiven you
A/B no Gekijou[A/BăŽĺĺ ´]
aka LE THĂĂTRE DE A/B
hi do u mind if i want u extremely bad
During all this time I dreamt about you only once, and even then, very fleetingly. When I woke up, I couldnât remember the whole dream, but I felt there was something very lovely in it; like when you sometimes feel, without opening your eyes, that it is sunny outsideâand then unexpectedly later, near evening, thinking again about the dream, I suddenly understood that the lovely, exciting thing that was hiding in it was you, your face, your very movementâflashing through my dream and making of it something sunny, precious, immortal. I want to tell you that every minute of my day is like a coin with you on the other side, and that if I hadnât remembered you every minute, my very features would have changed: another nose, different hair, another me, so that simply no one would have recognized me.Â
12 July 1926 Letters to VĂŠra by Vladimir Nabokov