Sweet Seals For You, Always

Love Begins
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Cosimo Galluzzi
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost

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noise dept.
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Noah Kahan
art blog(derogatory)

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@theartofmadeline

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@lovevapour
Worry about it kitten
it’s okay guys I’m literally as normal as a person in my situation can be
if you unfollow me can you let me know what the last straw was I won't improve I just wanna know
The red sea at sunset - Galileo Chini , 1911.
Italian , 1873 - 1956
Oil on canvas , 64 x 80 cm.
getting overtaken as a pedestrian: people are seriously so caught up with themselves they can’t get somewhere 30 seconds later
overtaking people: come on girls it’s not a statue garden
Obsession (2026)
"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇɪᴍᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜɴɢʙᴏʀɴ ᴊᴜɴᴇ 𝟸𝟾 - ᴊᴜʟʏ 𝟸𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸]
[ID: July 2. Sad. END ID]
Grietje Postma, 1992-I, woodcut
“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”
— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
poems aren’t real and you can’t write them
you're telling me this hole is significant to the plot?
Carolein Smit
no one else twists the knife as good as u come over
Translator's Note: I love you.
ohhhhh ok this body is putrid and decaying i get it