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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Stranger Things
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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it’s going to be okay. get some sleep
Health is not just about what you’re eating. It’s also about what you’re thinking and saying.
Unknown (via kushandwizdom)
Reblog this if you are lost at sea and need help
Flower petal and gold infused jewelry from the livinlovin store on Etsy
—you were chosen to walk through fire.
Pablo Neruda, excerpt of The Soldier’s Love (via henrydear)
I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE SAY DRUMMERS AND BASSISTS DONT MATTER
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD A BEAUTIFUL BASS LINE?
EVER FELT A KICK DRUM IN YOUR CHEST?
me, hearing a tfb song for the first time: wtf? what is this garbage, i hate this completely, what did brian do i can't believe this, this is so bad
me, hearing a tfb song for the tenth time: BITCH!!! BITCH U GOT ME!! THIS MY SHIT!!! *banging pots and pans together rhythmically* WEED! WEED! BASEMENTS SUMMER NEW JERSEY HIGHSCHOOL AND WEED
out in the back of the church we told each other we’d grow up and keep being odd with our fingertips stained and our knees all bruised and you took a deep breath and told me that you can’t teach a fish to climb a tree and if someone tried to make you survive through a lifetime of cubicles you’d explode like a firework and i laughed and said okay what color firework
i figured you’d say something sarcastic and strange like chartreuse or evergreen or wintermint
but you looked at me with those eyes that meant you had glimpsed something of your future and sort of hated it and you said “you know the color you feel when someone you love slowly forgets you”
and i swallowed hard and said yes, yes i had lived through a couple of those
you looked at the sky then. “i’d be one of those,” you said, “a whole sunset of them.”
A friend sent me these photos of a home he’s doing some work in… literal home goals.
wow this is a dream come true
What would the dark / Do without fevers to eat?
Sylvia Plath, ‘The Jailer’ (via houseborgia)
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a compilation.
Autumn in London