
if i look back, i am lost
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ellievsbear
The Stonewall Inn
cherry valley forever
$LAYYYTER

pixel skylines
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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titsay
noise dept.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Xuebing Du
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@gr33n-hearted
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
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/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