Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Kaledo Art
Claire Keane
almost home
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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todays bird

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titsay

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka
ojovivo
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@indigo-wanderer
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking out new landscapes but in having new eyes.
Marcel Proust (via thestylishgypsy)
Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?
Sylvia Plath (via makt0ub)
forever that girl that gets really excited when the sky is in pretty colours
Amsterdam, you are too cute for words.
Whatever kind of introvert you are, some people will find you ‘too much’ in some ways and ‘not enough’ in others.
Laurie Helgoe, Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life Is Your Hidden Strength (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” ↠ Albert Camus
my heart is soft, my past is rough.
Lana Del Rey, “Beautiful People, Beautiful Problems,” Album: Lust for Life (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
Virginia Woolf, Selected Essays. (via wordsnquotes)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)