2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Not today Justin

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Cosmic Funnies
Stranger Things
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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styofa doing anything
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Tired Dog
Yi Yi (2000) dir. Edward Yang
Paul Wonner (USA 1920-2008) Bathers After Cezanne (2003) acrylic, watercolor and graphite on paper 36.5 x 51.1 cm
Keep awake, alive, new. Perform the paradox of being hard and yet soft. Survive without calcification of the tender membranes. Be a poet. Be alive.
Tennessee Williams, Notebook (via themotivationjournals)
TERRARIUM Art Print By Beth Hoeckel
*More Things & Stuff
Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.
Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You (via thelovejournals)
time passes, 2016
Henri Matisse, music
Something was and wasn’t there between us, something went on and went away.
Wislawa Szymborska, First Love (via thelovejournals)
Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.
Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via theliteraryjournals)
please dont cry i am not your brother i am not your lover and there is nothing wrong
Hamlet (?)
John Austen