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Kiana Khansmith
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
we're not kids anymore.
One Nice Bug Per Day
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
KIROKAZE
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@luckyinconvenience
I’ve been doing stupid shit my whole life. College is the place to do that, they say. High School! That’s where you’re suppose to be young and dumb. College, and High School. When you’re any younger, the shit you do isn’t considered stupid. You’re young enough not to know any better. But once you get to High School, you’re young enough that you might, maybe know better — and that’s when people start holding you accountable. When you do dumb shit and you’re old enough to be held accountable, it becomes a thing with a life of it’s own.
It is of a different essence to hold yourself accountable, than to have others hold you accountable. The beast of holding yourself accountable, is contingent to an understanding of what exactly that means. The meaning differs from person to person, but at it’s core - is usually made of similar substance. Some of us, some who are wanderers, and dreamers, and realists - all at the same time; those of us, need to feel our own self accountability. We need to hold it in our hands, and see it in our mirrors. We need to taste it on our tongues and smell it’s fragrance, prominently, in our nostrils. We need to separate what is ours, from what the world has given us. We need to see, distinctly, where we have fallen - and what manufactured or naturally occurring breeze brought us there.
My cat, boutta drop an lp
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