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occasionally subtle

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$LAYYYTER
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Jules of Nature
trying on a metaphor

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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost

Origami Around
sheepfilms
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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Ain’t no American dream for black folks.
Miss Juneteenth (2020), dir. Channing Godfrey Peoples
fairy dance
Watch: Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black women’s lives matter too.
Praying in your arms came naturally. Thank you for that. I hope they’ve reached the clouds.
True love does not happen by accident
(via my-ahh)
No, it happens in a Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot on a Sunday evening in March.
Maya is a butt
guess i’m back too.
They ain’t ready!!!
I am not either. lmao
Maya is a butt
guess i’m back too.
Gayatri Mantra - Deva Premal
This mantra enraptured me the moment I heard it. It resonates with me spectacularly. Perhaps it will for you too!
Oṃ bhūr bhuvaḥ svaḥ tát savitúr váreṇyaṃ bhárgo devásya dhīmahi dhíyo yó naḥ prachodáyāt…
I want you. I want everything. I want it all.
(I was hacked)
Sorry =/
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Hello
Wow I can’t believe I remembered my password. I can’t believe some of things I last posted. It’s like a rush of familiar feelings of which I thought I would never see again. *breathe in* I miss you. *breathe out* I’m glad to see that you’re well. Well, alive and still kicking at least. You always kicked. Pushed past the shit that got in your way. Elbowed, pushed, hip-bumped, kicked whatever obstructed you. A fighter they called you. Except you weren’t trying to win. Just trying to get by. To ease on down, ease on down the road. The street, the avenue, place, boulevard. Until you end up at the dead-end. You were okay. Built up shop, shopped til you drop, got on your knees, and prayed to god. A familiar feeling indeed it was. Talking about the things you last left off, talking about the people you’ve now become, talking about the feelings that they knew all too well. The only one to listen. The only one to know. The only one to never have said good-bye. The only one to show up show after show.
#bawsebook by @iisuperwomanii
Oh fuck
No more. #2016