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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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cherry valley forever
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Phantogram Three
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almost home
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shark vs the universe
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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A doctorate in 1d history
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The legend of Luke Skywalker
Star Wars: Friendship
Fleabag | 1.05
Star Wars: Episode V — The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
The Lighthouse (2019), Dir. Robert Eggers.
Barnard Bulletin, New York, December 20, 1935
Glad to know that the people in 1935 were EXACTLY the same as we are lol
fleabag - s02e01
thank you smithy for your words of wisdom
Friday the 13th
reblog this and put in the tags what comes up when you type “die”
I used to walk straight-spined out of every room that wouldn’t have me.
Now I only want the smell of your hair on my pillow, your spoiled milk in the fridge. Another ruined thing I can’t throw away.
— Caitlyn Siehl, from “Every Room,” [Dis]Connected
“Well, of course I’ve tried lavender. And pulling my memory out, ribbonlike and dripping. And shrieking into my pillow. And writing the poems. And making more friends. And baking warm brown cookies. And therapy. And intimacy. And pictures of rainbows. And all of the movies about lovers and the terrible things they do to each other. And watching the ones in other languages. And leaving the subtitles off. And listening to the language. And forgetting my name. And feeling the dirt on my skin. And screaming in the shower. And changing my shampoo. And living alone. And cutting my hair. And buying a turtle. And petting the cat. And traveling. And writing more poems. And touching a different body. And digging a grave. And digging a grave. Of course, I’ve tried it. Of course I have.”
— september is a weary month, yasmin belkhyr (via wildflowerveins)