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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@heyashleytea
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spring, somehow
fuck baby ur so hot i wanna do the dishes with u and make u hot tea when ur sick
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like
Joss McKinley, Blood Moon
starting a collection #blackmold
I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.
Artists of San Francisco Ballet
Act 2 of Giselle
credits: Amy Osborne
mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately
there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went right…. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it
anne carson wrote beautifully about this: “i’m not saying move back towards life, i’m saying the future isn’t elsewhere. we’re locked in a spaceship, h of h, we have nothing but continuing.”
i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now
they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)
they call me a sleeper agent the way i. well. i shan’t say.