Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap
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we're not kids anymore.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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AnasAbdin
Not today Justin
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@januaryfalling
just girly things: desensitizing yourself to the taste of raw vodka
Halloween is over
Thanksgiving is over
Christmas is over
New years is over
now what
Boutta get Litty on VALENTINE’s DAY and ST. PATRICK’s DAy FAM
friend: are u a big spoon or a little spoon?
me: im a knife
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow.
Ah yes, tomorrow is the time to remove the mystery cubes from beneath the festive cone and tell tales of a large red intruder
Today you are bruised knuckles and dark eyes filled with tears, ready to spill. You are holding it all in, imagining you could drop your feelings and thoughts into a box and shove them under your bed where no one thinks to look. You are a painfully beating heart and lungs that can’t take it all in at once. You are split lips and clenched teeth, sandpaper tongue and parched throat. You are the scream that builds up in the pit of your empty stomach, you are the nervous twitch of the corner of your mouth, the blisters on your burned fingertips. But this is only what you are today. What you are because you can’t always be in control, and things don’t always go right and make sense. Think of what you can be tomorrow. You can be roaring laughter and dancing in the shower. You can be eyes lit up with passion, a pounding heart and songs belted out at the top of your lungs. You can be spilled poems and the first colourful streak on an empty canvas. You can be slow hands and softly spoken words, you can be a sky full of stars. You can be anything, really. And maybe, on some days, this has to be enough. Knowing that it can be different. Knowing that some days are terrible and some are great, but understanding that tomorrow you will get a new chance. Think of who you are and think of who you could be. And notice how these two people are one and the same.
one and the same / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
before i die i want to see the northern lights preferably with whoever my future person ends up being. if yr my soulmate pls start the itinerary
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