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Cosimo Galluzzi
Fai_Ryy
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
Game of Thrones Daily
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
art blog(derogatory)
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$LAYYYTER

@theartofmadeline

oozey mess
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noise dept.

Jimmy Eat World
The Bright Sessions
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@neurodivergent-newbie
Remembering that I am entirely up to me
are you gonna watch this weird ass movie with me or not
And yet insomnia can often be a gift. Suddenly waking in the middle of the night and having that rare thing: solitude. Barely a sound. Only that of the waves breaking on the beach. And then I enjoy drinking a cup of coffee, all alone in the world. No one interrupts the nothingness. A nothingness that is, at once, empty and rich.
Clarice Lispector, Too Much of Life Complete Chronicles
Kinke Kooi – Butterfly (1997)
Acrylic paint on chromogenic print
Grace Lee.
Ibupikmin (I wanted it in a higher quality for my emojis)
Edit: Now with HRTmin.
thinking again about vampirism as disability
what if you slept all day and woke at night, lonely and frustrated. what if you couldn't go to social events, or even mundane public spaces like stores. what if you couldn't see the sun. what if you couldn't go to the pool, or the beach, or the creek. what if you couldn't eat what everyone else is eating. what if you couldn't eat at all. what if your basic needs came at the cost of your loved ones' quality of life. what if you became agitated, confused, maybe even violent if your needs weren't met. what if people blamed your behavior on demons, or worse, your own inherent evil. what if people saw you as a threat to your own community. what if the default response to your suffering was either indifference or violence. what if people thought you were better off dead, that you no longer count as human, that they're doing you a favor by letting you disappear. what if people assumed you must somehow deserve all of this. what about that.
lady gaga on the charts... women thirsting over robert pattinson.... welcome back 2009
listen to me right now: stop wasting precious time waiting to dress sluttier until you're smaller. you have a limited number of slut hours before you die and barring cosmic interference you will Never obtain more of them. wear the crop top