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......🖌....🌓....🏳️‍🌈....´.٣.... .Ψ ....📷 ... 📖 ....🎶 ...🎻 👉 Dont expect anything 👈

[iaugust8]

[shisasan]

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID: August 11. Nothing, nothing. END ID]

[1anonyymous1]

tumblr has been the longest relationship I’ve ever had

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Source: Lesbian; Sacred Sexuality- by Diane Mariechild & Marcelina Martin

[ritalinkid]

the irony of israelis protesting against the russian take over of ukraine while they’re covered in the fresh blood of palestinians is just so rich.

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

me and who

[ocdnatural-deactivated20220809]

right now there is a girl in her room and she is thinking of so many narratives.....

[veeva7]

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

[thecityofembrey]

I’ve always wanted to go on a mini road trip and just follow the moon until the sun comes up and see where i end up. i feel like that would be good for my soul, i’m gonna do it one night

[thecityofembrey]

[happyheidi]

the dream ♡

[growaglow]

[enchantedbook]

Artist : Leonid Tishkov : “bag of stars”

from The Book Of Dreams And Visions, 2011

[presidentofthehotgirlclub]

I’m moody I need something I need to eat something to drink someone to feel something and it’s not here I also need money and I hate being alive without it call me a capitalist whore but life is so fun when you don’t have to beg and borrow

[presidentofthehotgirlclub]

I really have to start letting people down like no we aren’t going to see eachother I don’t want to do this I don’t want to talk to you anymore I don’t want you to pay attention to me anymore like that’s one of the hardest things to like word and say without like hurting anyones feelings how do you even do it with dignity and without them thinking it’s their fault like saying no offence before sounds rude to me lmao idk anymore I just want to eat kiss and die

[thoughtkick]

“But as bad as it was, I learned something about myself … That I could go through something like that, and survive.”

— Nicholas Sparks

[dwellordream]

“When I was young, there was no sun and I was afraid. Now, in grownhood, I call the ghost to my fragile table, my fleshy supper, my tiny flame. Not just any old but the ghost, the last one I will be, the future me, finally the sharpest knife in the drawer.”

— Brenda Shaughnessy, “Big Game.” in Our Andromeda