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Stranger Things
I'd rather be in outer space šø
noise dept.

Product Placement

Origami Around

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oozey mess

Discoholic šŖ©
One Nice Bug Per Day
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
YOU ARE THE REASON
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Show & Tell
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Bowery Presents

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Misplaced Lens Cap
Game of Thrones Daily
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Sudden wave of an immense love for humanity has hit me once againā¦
We all exist together⦠thatās pretty neatā¦
Sigourney Weaver by Robert Mapplethorpe Esquire, September 1989
from Loneliness: coping with the gap where friends used to be by Olivia Laing for The Guardian
[Text ID: Last night, I ate dinner with my friend Jenny. In real life, on a warm London evening, forking up aubergine from the same plate. We laughed, shared family news, told each other the things weād been worrying over. At home, alone in my study, theyād felt insurmountable, a sign that something was irredeemably wrong with me. Under the gentle scrutiny of my friend, they diminished to a normal size: just the grit of everyday traffic with other humans. I walked home feeling buoyant, nearly invincible. I need my friends. I bet you need yours.]
niyodoriver by Taro Takeuchi
iām ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid
did you kill me in the timeloop. be honest.
first anon here - the word i was looking for was "probe," not "prod." carry on and have a subpar night
can't believe i'm being cyberbullied by someone born in 2000
prod my ear drum with your tongue, dyke
toluca iām gonna chew all the hair off of your head
āan ode to everything everywhere all at onceā
The Metzlersā greenhouse