everyone in dahlia’s life are either arrested or dead
almost home
Mike Driver
Jules of Nature

Product Placement
Not today Justin
noise dept.
art blog(derogatory)
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gracie abrams
cherry valley forever
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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PR's Tumblrdome
macklin celebrini has autism

Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
The Stonewall Inn
EXPECTATIONS
Sade Olutola
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@hatebred-m
everyone in dahlia’s life are either arrested or dead
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot You don’t always have to be on top Better to be hated than loved, loved, loved for what you’re not You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable You are not a robot You’re lovable, you’re lovable You’re just troubled
??? / shaimonkies.
Gosh, why’d he have to be in charge of advertising? It was easy enough when it came to flying around the signature hot air balloon, or the circus’ van–but meeting people face to face always spiked his anxiety to the highest level. He was terrible at socializing && didn’t consider himself to be ‘friends’ with anyone he knew but the man who had taken him under his metaphorical wing. Keyes had the tendency to not make, or consider any friends anyway, not after what had happened back then after all. None the less, today his boss had given him the task of handing out or posting flyers for the circus’ upcoming show. Dull hues glanced around, body trembling as he tried to find the right person to grab their attention to advertise the show to; how he wanted to just cover his ears, eyes, && mouth && just run back to the safety of his own home.
It was then that he caught glance of the other read head female-one who seemed to be the same age as him (though he wouldn’t be surprised if she was younger..). ‘ Ah uhm…E-Excuse me, Miss. ‘ He began in a shaky tone, trying to grab her attention.
tactfully, the woman’s parasol disguised the expression on her face, concealing an expressive eye roll from his unknowing gaze.
lights, camera, action. the curtains raise, enter: melissa foster. her lips curl into an angelic smile, and her fingers, they act as though they haven’t been digging into her wrists. ‘ o-oh, me ? ‘
he was timid, she could tell that far. she had to make herself approachable, not too intimidating------ one second of eye contact, good. look away, perfect. her performance, she had it etched in her memory.
‘ how can i help you ? ‘
like for a starter !
i’m the girl you’d die for.
promo by the lovely @lchiryu
Lovefool - The Cardigans (First Band on the Moon, 1996)
Time to ring the bells, for its time for you to sleep, sister.
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