Diane Arbus, A Flower Girl at a Wedding, 1964
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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styofa doing anything

Discoholic 🪩

Product Placement
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sade Olutola
DEAR READER
wallacepolsom
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi
cherry valley forever

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Diane Arbus, A Flower Girl at a Wedding, 1964
thank god, some good fucking content
Paging @copperbadge
a fun Fall Project for you!
IT’S SO TINY *squints at it* I think I’ve done this one, but I can’t be positive.
Real life is like survival horror video games
I get lost
I am scared
Sometimes there is puzzles
powerful
I don’t know a word of Korean, but I love how I can tell the chat is clearly cracking up at this.
“LOL I’M DRIVING” is a universal experience
An image with no information. But perhaps that’s for the better.
Tbh im kinda pissed im not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden
the rain: makes that soft rain sound
me immediately:
Reblog for money and anime tiddies to come your way
There is a darker river;
Long locks of auburn hair like
A sea in and of itself o god!
How smooth the waves crest
sharp of tooth, blank of mind
hungry
hungry
hungry
How like a garden left untended I brown in the open air, my bones crisp and immaculate in their innocuousness; how unassuming, how inoffensive, how dishonestly blank in face and form; how I wish every time I see my body that I could take the bones and shape them into something that didn't make me feel sick to look at,
How I wish I knew so much earlier that sometimes there is no answer to "why?"
How every head I see drowns in oceans of quiet thoughts;
there is a world, my love, glittering below the surface of every eye, like doors behind the sun