'even though we've had our own fallouts and differences, i still fuck.. with you.'

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
taylor price
hello vonnie

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Sade Olutola

Kiana Khansmith
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Not today Justin

titsay
d e v o n
todays bird
almost home
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes

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pixel skylines
Xuebing Du
Three Goblin Art
NASA

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@hoelden-caufield
'even though we've had our own fallouts and differences, i still fuck.. with you.'
Tokyo fish market, 1964
Ph. Brian Brake
Robin Me?
I hate when I go to the bathroom to juul and my freak coworkers get quiet and wait for me to leave like
Make some noise so I can get my fix and get out
I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99
In the circus tent of a hurricane designed by a drunken god my extravagant heart blows up again in a rampage of champagne-colored rain and the fragments whir like a weather vane while the angels all applaud. Daring as death and debonair I invade my lion’s den; a rose of jeopardy flames in my hair yet I flourish my whip with a fatal flair defending my perilous wounds with a chair while the gnawings of love begin. Mocking as Mephistopheles, eclipsed by magician’s disguise, my demon of doom tilts on a trapeze, winged rabbits revolving about his knees, only to vanish with devilish ease in a smoke that sears my eyes.
— Sylvia Plath, Circus in Three Rings
The Rumor Come Out! Does @setheverman Eat Sand?
only after Bowser’s been sitting on the beach…
i will remove this entire website from reality and all our memories