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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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pixel skylines

Kiana Khansmith

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Not today Justin

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle

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trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Detail of The Life of Saint Dymphna (1505) by Goswin van der Weyden
california butterflies!
I knew it was gonna happen. I’m not on any medication to prevent it yet. But still sucks to feel the slow creep of my awful symptoms coming back. Wednesday can’t come soon enough. GIVE ME THE PRESCRIPTION GIVE IT TO ME SO I WONT GET THE PAIN GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE
Wildflowers bloom at the site of a forest fire in Los Olivos, California, USA
by Lisa Roeder
im getting on the crazy bus to crazy city
Doodles ( ᴗ̀ ̫ᴗ́ )
London Street Fashion featured in STREET April 1999, Volume 117.
Big announcement:
Fucking petting hims
throwback thursday: ‘forge ahead’
Violet Butterfly Pea Tea Soda / Dream Ball Parfait
drug addicts deserve housing, food, water, and healthcare btw
rest in peace forum thread deleted before its time
i think people are starting to confuse class analysis with bioessentialism. like... no not all men do this, but Men as a constructed social class do do this. that's still okay to say. that is regular material analysis of the world around us.
Contrasting tile patterns. Sud-italienische Fliesen-Ornamente. 1886.
Internet Archive
having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.