Built with a heart

"Don't forget. Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember her, you are not alone."

[delusionarchives]

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[annajoganiyan]

[yukariyakum0]

[softwaring]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BcsS-WvgFkI/

[voguedolce]

Ralph & Russo Haute Couture Autumn/Winter 2018

[whycam-deactivated20191124]

[killin-the-machine]

All cats the same

[itskyalenotkyle]

When you don’t know who you’re robbing

[bloodclaatpussyclaat]

Lmaooooooooooo. This is so elaborate

[afrocentric-divination]

😭😭

[blackwitchnyx]

I love this song though 😂

[jjsinterlude]

The tears I cry ☠️😭

[pashionforfashion21allday]

Lmaoo

[angremlin-deactivated20250312]

This reminds me of old RPGs where every character is always bouncing for some reason. But like, you know, way better

[raichuus]

ig: universe_h

[lubishka-blog]

Hejdå🍒

[wkahei]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BeQH2VmBLQ-/

[spi-ltmilk]

https://instagram.com/p/BeEU-LEAIEP/

[bangtan]

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[serafique]

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[synqra]

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[allforbts]

180124 Namjoon’s Tweet

겨울엔 뻥튀기💭 #김데일리

Rice puffs are for the winter💭 #KimDaily

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[khhkpopfashion]

[trueshredguitar]

this image by j.c. leyendecker is the absolute epitome of wlw/mlm solidarity

look at the two of them. dressed to the nines. silks from france and cotton from egypt. chanel on them both. they’re at a party neither of them was invited to, but so damn good looking that no one in their right mind would turn them away at the door. the woman - titties free under that dress, scoping out women in salacious flapper dresses in gloves created from 100,000 insects’ life work. the man - smoking a cigarette he took out from the mouth of one of the millionaires at the party, saying nothing but giving him a slow smile and a wink. the flower in his lapel is fake. dying plants in your clothing is such a hideous fashion. the both of them haven’t spoken to anyone there, though everyone has tried. they stand on the stairs staring at the heterosexual proles gathered below them together, and the two of them wonder if those fools realize that they’re outclassed, that in every way, they’ve been outdone. they leave early with a bottle of champagne in each fist, and no one stops them.