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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith

@theartofmadeline
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i don't do bad sauce passes

oozey mess
Today's Document
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occasionally subtle
Jules of Nature

shark vs the universe
wallacepolsom
almost home
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If your childhood wasnāt spent inside a detailed delusion of your future explaining whatever traumatic event you were currently enduring to Oprah as part of your origin story, what were you even doing?
The Mandalorian / BabyY
i dont wanna be that bitchā¦. dare i say itā¦ā¦ā¦.
icarly was funnier than friends
My dadās funeral was funnier than friends
you all have permission to laugh at this itās okay
devon lee carlson x rƩalisation par 2019
#protect him at all cost
@company us
Peppermint flavoured dreams.
*sees slugs on the sidewalk after it rained*
me:
charli xcx is the face of agent provocateur's holiday campaign
Riusuke Fukahori creates incredible depth in his artworks by painting a layer at a time onto acrylic resin, until a 3-dimensional image is formed, sort of like how 3D printers work. via awesomer
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Daughters really do share deep rooted emotional trauma with/inherit deep rooted emotional trauma from their mothers and I know itās true bc whenever I try to approach a sensitive topic with my mom, no matter how calm and civil and patient I intend to be no matter how much Iāve practiced what I want to say no matter how OK I was even a moment before, I always involuntarily burst into desperate, angry hysterics the moment I open my mouth. As though itās coming from a place buried so far within me I cannot even register its existence until it has overtaken me. And I know Iām not alone on this either. There is so much we internalize from our mothers that we never learn to contend with. That we never even learn to recognize
Every woman is essentially a Russian Nesting Doll of trauma. Thereās my pain, then open me up and neatly nested inside is my mother and her pain, crack her open and thereās her mother, and then
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