— Trista Mateer, "Baggage", Honeybee (via starlightacademia)

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price

titsay

shark vs the universe
cherry valley forever
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
wallacepolsom

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Discoholic 🪩
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature

oozey mess

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
RMH

Kaledo Art
seen from Hungary
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seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from T1
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seen from India
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@iseefailure
— Trista Mateer, "Baggage", Honeybee (via starlightacademia)
– Jay Vespertine
i want to experience myself as i am, without imagining how it would look in somebody else’s memory later.
i could add a few more stages to grief if they let me
me: 🧍🏽♂️
my nervous system: we are going to get in so much trouble seriously
when the song tackles you to the ground and starts beating the ever loving shit out of you
Wait i can learn from my mistakes? Ohhhhh ok i was just using them to torment myself
I need to change my whole life
no it’s fine, it’s just that being vulnerable is scary and disgusting and makes me want to die haha lol so funny am I right?
they’re saying the suffering is going to amount to something. any day now
uhh, can i love you in a way that's little gross and insane
— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
The psychological thriller of figuring out what you want and what you’re going to do about it
”time heals all wounds” WRONG. it merely allows for infection.. it is Too late for me
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson