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Andulka

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Stranger Things
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Noah Kahan
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@iamloonylovegood
"Oh my GOD Carl I am so done with you.”
Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.
Mary DeMuth (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“Thor, you helped create this?” “I’ve had a vision.”
I tried last night to pack away your laugh like a key under the mat; but it never seems to be there when you want it
Black Treacle, Arctic Monkeys (via ziraelle)
Yo, Yo, Yo, 1-4-8, 3 to the 3, to the 6, to the 9, representin’ the ABQ… What up, biatch? Leave it at the tone.
A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’
A Wolf’s Thoughts (via forebidden)
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let the cheese rain down.
Chris Pratt got pranked by dinosaurs in Poland
what i love is he looks so happy about it too like
aw man that was awesome, you guys really got me, i just got pranked by fucking dionsaurs fuck yeah
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
Richard Siken (via sylvandalism)
Her lips were like a morning coffee, bitter and awakening.
foliumflavium (via teacoffeebooks)
A poet writes always of his personal life, in his finest work out of its tragedies, whatever it be, remorse, lost love, or mere loneliness;
W. B. Yeats, from the introduction to Essays for the Scribner Edition (via litverve)