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Stranger Things
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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we're not kids anymore.

Product Placement
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Noah Kahan

bliss lane

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shark vs the universe
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Xuebing Du

Love Begins

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15A by Loic Bourgeois
I put this napkin on Bean as a joke but he hasn’t moved out from under it and it’s been about 20 minutes, so….
mother has given me a blanket it is a most joyous day
me as a dad
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.” I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Let our scars fall in love.”
Andrew Boyd (via amortizing)
Don’t listen to that voice in your head that says you aren’t good enough. Because you are good enough, and will always be.
untitled by john savoia
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“I want to feel alive,” the walls listened as she spoke to herself, “But sadly, this heart of mine is too tired to feel anything.” A pause. A sigh. “Too tired for anything.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #161 // Too tired (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
untitled by Igor cibulsky