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Xuebing Du

blake kathryn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle

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KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost

titsay
Sweet Seals For You, Always

JBB: An Artblog!

Janaina Medeiros
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FUCK 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
40k reblogs - whaaaat
But why delete the credit?
IG: sarah.feingold
mum: how do you feel about coming back to school? me: Edvard Munch The Scream, 1893 Oil, tempera, pastel and crayon on cardboard 91 cm × 73.5 cm
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via itcuddles)
I wish more people cared about the earth as much as they cared about who they believed created it.
(via shroomsmush)
blissless:
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
mediocrity rules ✄
nice
me in any situation ever (via joshpeck)
i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
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