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Jules of Nature
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we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Stonewall Inn

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izzy's playlists!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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trying on a metaphor

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@imperviousthot
Evil Dead 2 basically improves on everything but the original has such an indelible chilling vibe and charming austerity don’t make choose!!Stop don’t make me choose!!! *no one’s making me choose* ok good.
Hedorah
I’ve been squatting in one of Ellen’s four guesthouses for months and no one gaf. Lizzo stayed here for Fourth of July weekend and just assumed I was a pool boy
That’s funny. I never heard of a George Glass at our squeule.
frankincense just hits different with some myrrh
Regrettably my lavender has been overwatered tenfold
patti smith by robert mapplethorpe, 1978, silver gelatin print, 20 × 16 inches
Perspective Study of a Chalice by Paolo Uccello, Pen on paper circa. 1450, Uffizi Gallery, Florence
Gen Z doesn’t know about gout
no one’s talking about diarrhea
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge With-inne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do.
chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde c. 1380
glossary: eek also and even tho at the time prys great value wonder a cause for astonishment nyce stupid spedde succeeded
You know the form of language, too, can change. Within a thousand years, even the words that were most precious then, seem strange and foolish to us; yet they spoke them so and did no worse in love than we now do.
Oh god Pbr on my lips … it’s me your little midwest bitch
Franz Kafka
the earth hates to see my meek ass coming
Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy