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@lattegod
Signs you grew up lonely
- Chasing people who don’t want you
-Making up lots of stories and worlds
-Overtalking whenever there’s someone to talk to
-Excessive reading
-Daydreaming
-Clinging emotionally to others
-Being the ‘disposable’ friend in the group
-Excessive baths
-Talking to oneself
-Obsessive friendships
-Excessive helpfulness
Louis Armstrong serenading his wife, Lucille Wilson, in front of the Great Sphinx of Giza and the Pyramid of Khufu in Giza, Egypt, late 1960 or early 1961 | colourised version of an originally black and white photograph featured in The New York Times in 1961 | credit: AP
Big love energy
i miss 2012 indie folk like there’s a huge thing to be said for music that makes you feel like you’re speeding past a redwood forest on a foggy road in the pacific northwest
mike’s hard chamomile tea
me all day everyday: softer voices please
me, uncovering a shallow grave of moss and driftwood: hey hozier what’s the mood for pride
hozier, blinking up at the light, awakened from his slumber: the ghost of the lesbian that possessed me when I wrote work song asks that the parades be bathed in light so beautiful it is hitherto unknown outside of the golden hours, that her children be protected, that everyone has a place in the shade to rest with the fawns and magpies, and that cops are drowned.
me, tucking him back in until it’s a new moon: thanks bud
Fiona Apple demonstrating a cartwheel
like. objectively. living in that time period would SUCK but victorian stuff is so, so, sexy. i want to be sent off to boarding school because i’m too rowdy in an attempt to make me stop embarrassing my family only to enter into a tempestuous love affair with my roommate before drowning in the grounds lake.
I’m just over here. Wonderin