almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
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we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
YOU ARE THE REASON
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oozey mess
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Not today Justin

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Kiana Khansmith
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@metanoiac
never regret thy fall
I use the snapchat camera to take selfies…the iPhone camera captures the real me…a me I don’t want to see…
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When will this bitch (my skin) realize that we’re both on the same team
Truth be told I’ve been here, I’ve done this all before I take your gloom I curl it up and puff it into plumes…
There is an old language broken in my throat.
Sheryl Luna, from “River Ghost,” Pity the Drowned Horses (University of Notre Dame Press, 2005)
“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”
— Alain de Botton, Essays in Love
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My memory is like a pomegranate. Shall I open it over you and let it scatter, seed by seed: red pearls befitting a farewell that asks nothing of me except forgetfulness?
Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via pensivefrangipani)
— and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume.
people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience
tbh my music taste is so hard to describe like it’s literally everything except for the songs i dont like
*picks a fight with someone i really love for absolutely no reason other than my constant need to destroy every relationship around me* this is fine
Detail at Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring 2018.
where is my tall brown haired dream boy and is he thinking of me
me: i feel very pretty today
margaret atwood facsimile that lives in my brain: you only feel happy because you’re fulfilling a male fantasy and the world has conditioned you to directly assign your self-worth to how men think of you
me: its true but you shouldn’t say it!!! 😭