— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
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Kiana Khansmith
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Love Begins

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
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if i look back, i am lost
Stranger Things
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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
Jane Austen, from a letter to her sister Cassandra Austen
Amanda Seyfried / photo by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue Australia, February 2021.
Teen girls with extra long hair bows, 1947
‘If you don’t write back to me There will be misfortune…’
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to F.S. Cooper written c. February 1876
Priscilla ♡
Tammy Wynette playing guitar while getting her hair done (date unknown assuming 60s)
Alexandra Hay
My jaw dropped. 🎀🥀
i hope that when i die there will be an apartment with everyone i’ve ever loved in it and we are together always
neil hilborn
Alvin Booth: Osmosis (1999)
Victor Noir's grave in Père - Lachaise cemetery by Patrick Magaud, 1984.
Noir is perhaps more famous for his death and grave than work.
He was a journalist who was shot dead; the grave consists of a full-sized bronze statue of the man laying down as if he was just shot.
The statue became a fertility symbol - the story says those who kiss the statue on the lips, leave a flower in Victor's hat and rub the genital area will find themselves with enhanced fertility, a great sex life or find a husband within one year. The lips and trousers' bulge on the grave are noticeably shiny from people kissing and rubbing them.
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Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”