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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Origami Around
macklin celebrini has autism
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
art blog(derogatory)

Kiana Khansmith
noise dept.
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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
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@grace-windu
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‘travel-ban’
I am ✨ and so are you ✨
I saw this tiktok on twitter and I just had to 😂
this is so much more well animated than is called for
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Halsey// gasoline pinksxace
The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.
Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via wordsnquotes)
There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.
Jim Butcher, White Night (via thelovejournals)