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Misplaced Lens Cap
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cosmic Funnies
official daine visual archive
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Noah Kahan
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And whenever i have looked at the picture since, I have noticed the assurance of my gaze, the indolent self confidence in hers. Me as a matador and her as a prostitute. That was the way we were going to live. Full on, flat out and no teasing the brakes. Wholeheartedly. Otherwise, why bother?
Bret easton ellis and the other dogs
I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
Nine Stories - J.D. Salinger
She doesn’t use the word ‘cute’ any more. When did I ever frighten her out of her normal vocabulary? Bore that I am, I mentioned R. H. Blyth’s definition of sentimentality: that we are being sentimental when we give to a thing more tenderness than God gives to it. I said (sententiously?) that God undoubtedly loves kittens, but not, in all probability, with Technicolor bootees on their paws. He leaves that creative touch to script writers. M. though this over, seemed to agree with me, but the ‘knowledge’ wasn’t too very welcome. She sat stirring her drink and feeling unclose to me.
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction
It was a day, God knows, not only of rampant signs and symbols but of wildly extensive communication via the written word. If you jumped into crowded cars, Fate took circuitous pains, before you did any jumping, that you had a pencil and pen with you, just in case one of your fellow passengers was a deaf-mute. If you slipped into bathrooms, you did well to look up and see if there were any little messages, faintly apocalyptical or otherwise, posted high over the washbowl.
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction
La Piscine
I bought stacks of books, but I didn't read them. I taped sheets of paper to the wall, but I didn't draw. I slid my guitar under my bed. At night, alone, I just sat and waited. Once again I found myself contemplating what I should be doing to do something of worth. Everything I came up with seemed irreverent or irrelevant.
Just kids - Patti Smith
a big high to balance a big empty.
round and around and around and around we go....
