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I miss the cinema. I miss expensive popcorn and sneaking in my own candy and finding the perfect spot with my loved ones and watching the trailers for new movies and being quiet for two whole hours with a bunch of strangers as we all get to experience the same thing at the same time :(

imhereonthekitchenfloor

Reasons you should kiss me:

I had a long night

It's going to be alright

I waited my whole life

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myrcella

In the mid-80s, HIV/Aids terrified the world because of a lack of understanding as well as misinformation. In April 1987, Princess Diana opened the UK’s first purpose built HIV/Aids unit that exclusively cared for patients infected with the virus, at London Middlesex Hospital. In front of the world’s media, Princess Diana shook the hand of a man suffering with the illness.

She did so without gloves, publicly challenging the notion that HIV/Aids was passed from person to person by touch. She showed in a single gesture that this was a condition needing compassion and understanding, not fear and ignorance.

loveisbraveandwild

contrarianshit-89

They just sat there, drinking wine and lying to us

kattabasis

@jackantoff: i like to play august

@taylorswift retweet 4ever

lookhereiam

Something that was bothering me that I had to draw.

brodinsons

#destroy the idea that you’re not being social if you don’t drink

eelydeely

YOU DO NOT OWE ANYONE AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY YOU DON’T PARTAKE OF ANY “SOCIAL” ACTIVITY

taylorswifh

Taylor Swift by Valheria Rocha

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TAYLOR SWIFT photographed by Beth Garrabrant for “folklore” Album Photoshoot

afterglowings

Taylor + hair appreciation

artokiddo

folklore 🍃✨

sparksflys

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

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FOLKLORE (2020)

In isolation my imagination has run wild and this album is the result, a collection of songs and stories that flowed like a stream of consciousness. Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy, history, and memory. I’ve told these stories to the best of my ability with all the love, wonder, and whimsy they deserve. Now it’s up to you to pass them down.