F•R•I•E•N•D•S (1994-2004)
Noah Kahan
Cosmic Funnies
Stranger Things
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

gracie abrams
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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shark vs the universe

izzy's playlists!
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

Origami Around
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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F•R•I•E•N•D•S (1994-2004)
“The Breakfast Club”
In a weird place where I’m not waiting around for you anymore but if we were given the opportunity to try again with the healed version of ourselves I would take it.
"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
-Lisa Kleypas
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami (via thoughtkick)
MILK AND HONEY pt.2
Life
Wrinkled, tanned, hands,
With long sharp nails.
Rough from many nights spent mining coal
Holding between two fingers
The end of a burned-out Marlboro cigarette.
He then places the butt in to the ash tray
The smell of smoke lingers
As we talk about the weather
And swat at the bees buzzing around our heads
We're sitting on the front porch,
Watching the many cars pass by
Each rushing to get where they're going
It was a humid mid-July day
The air was thick and sticky
But the front porch was our sanctuary
What made you start smoking?
I asked my grandfather
Secretly scared of how he might respond
He was a very kind and gentle man
But also rough around the edges
With probably the worst temper I had ever seen
With a shocked but serious look
He turned and said "life"
-KR