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styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe
almost home

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izzy's playlists!
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Game of Thrones Daily
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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will byers stan first human second
Cosmic Funnies

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Andulka
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@justaesthethe
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<actual conversation>
Therapist: “What do you want to be?”
Me: “Ruler of the World”
That Low Empathy Feel When
Friend: I'm in a really bad place rn I could really use some support :((
Me: *doing a cross between the hokey pokey and the macarena* That is..... unfortunate
person: *triggers me*
my npd: oh my, would you look at the time
Did you really think when you talked to me that I would respond?
“If God does not exist then I will become God.”
“Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.”
— F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing
Sometimes I laugh hysterically when I look at the mirror. If only I looked as ugly as the thoughts in my mind.. people would believe how sick I am.
“Oh, well… What’s a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull and boring…and completely…completely wonderful”–Cinderella
Ball Series. Getting Ready For The Ball
(Part 1 of 3)
Preparing for the Ball by Auguste Toulmouche, 1848
Preparing for the Ball by Ladislas Wladislaw von Czachorski, 1888.
Preparing For The Ball by Louis Humbert, 1835
Before the Ball by Alfred Joseph Woolmer, 1800s
Young Woman Before the Ball by Ladislaus Bakalowicz, 1800s
Preparing for the Ball by Ladislas Wladislaw von Czachorski, 1888.
I’m craving your attention.
Blood type:
Gold .
shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation