A little malnourished, a little cold

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Love Begins
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we're not kids anymore.
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Kiana Khansmith

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Keni
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@negtuvi
A little malnourished, a little cold
I bet for like a fraction of a second getting hit by a bus would feel really good
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself.
Franz Kafka, in a diary entry dated 19 June 1916, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923
Lacewing I saw on a hedge at the park :)
i love being single except every few months when i want to be loved so bad that it eats me alive and makes me physically ill for two weeks but like the rest of the time im chill
wake up, soak in the sun, touch grass with your bare feet, and listen to the birds.
In this world it’s get killed or be killed
I am Tori Spring, Tori Spring is me, we are the same person
Thought for the Day
Why does no one check in when you're obviously not doing ok?
"I still don't really understand their relationship."
"I think they're just Tori and Michael and as long as they're happy..."
"Nothing else matters?"
"Yeah."
photos by the artemis ii crew
I was lying in the leaf litter today when some moss spoke to me. "Excuse me, do you know the species of this fallen log beneath me?" asked the moss. "Hmm. No. Sorry, I'm a little fuzzy on logs," I said. "What a coincidence," said the moss. "I'm a little fuzzy on logs too."
Five hundred miles
Has this been done yet?
To celebrate spring's return
(and my allergies)
“i don’t have it in me.”
maybe icarus loved the sun