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Troye ‘little dancing noodle’ Sivan

Black shoes 🎹

Lunch on the river #floridalife #intercoastal #loveit #perfectweather

#loveit #floridalife #intercoastal #perfectweather

Decades. . . #ithinkiwasborninthewrongone #ohmistyeyeofthemountainbelow #what

#ithinkiwasborninthewrongone #what #ohmistyeyeofthemountainbelow

"See we don't really care who you are. We kind of got this non exclusive policy of determining exactly who we open up to and let into our family, then who becomes a part of our united mass of harmony. And that's kind of become the thesis to this song. Through suffering, acceptance, greif, and strife, there's no way that your puzzle piece fits into our puzzle wrong cause everyone is welcome on this stage that we call life. And we don't really care who you are. Everyone is capable of looking up wishing upon a star. So catch it so contagious, this daydreamers disease and hope can be your sword, slaying darkness with belief. And we don't really care who you are regardless of how lost you are returning from, regardless of how far....All you broken hearts, all you dejected dreams, just let yourself be free, cause even broken wings can fly away." 《Paradise Fears》

The Palm Trees #floridadoesntneedafilter #iloveithere #beautifulday

#beautifulday #floridadoesntneedafilter #iloveithere

My room may smell like fall, but my hair still smells like chlorine #pooldaysinfall #floridaweather

#floridaweather #pooldaysinfall

《¤》I'm saying yes to you and no to my desires. I'll leave myself behind and follow you. . .I've counted up the cost, and you are worth it《¤》 #soexcited #MurrayHillTheater 💃

#soexcited #murrayhilltheater

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as is a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminished me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Meditation XVII - John Donne