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Mike Driver

Origami Around

titsay

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roma★
todays bird
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KIROKAZE
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

ellievsbear
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
cherry valley forever
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Today's Document

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@gr33n-hearted
remember to carry a deep and unnameable shame within you at all times
Rilakkuma ,Fujisawa
need him to be sooo weird about me
via
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/Bの劇場]
aka LE THÉÂTRE 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 couldn’t 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 outside—and 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 movement—flashing 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 hadn’t 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.
12 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Leonhard Kern. The Dance of Death, mid-17th century. ivory, Overall: 10.2 x 8.9 x 2.5 cm. The Thomson Collection at the Art Gallery of Ontario. Photo: Larry Ostrom. AGOID.29506
pre hairwash melancholy
2014-06-16