Untitled and Undefined

[just--space]

“Tilt-Shift Nebula*” [x]

*Nebulae. Also one is the Andromeda galaxy.

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#BoldyGo

[luxuryera]

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Standing among giants #Oasis #CastNoShadow #NYtotheC

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There's always that feeling of disappointment, albeit rare, when you find a response on tumblr that doesn't pack that satisfying punch

[ponderation]

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#SunsOut #Solah #Dipp

[wolverxne]

[jassmarie19]

Kids born between 1995 and 1998 are interesting because they fall somewhere between Gen X and Millenials cause they grew up on the tail end of left over 90s stuff but also were right there at the beginning of the 2000s and all that tech and innovation. They don’t really identify with, like, Nirvana being the voice of their generation, but they still hold onto the 90s nostalgia and remember a time before widespread Internet and dial up. 9/11 is like a distant memory but the ramifications are just an accepted part of life. They remember a time before iPhones and the economic collapse but much of the pop culture is too old for them. They’re an interesting transition group of kids that don’t really fit perfectly into either group. I just think that’s really interesting.

[lsd-kitty]

[stayfr-sh]

Blue Hour

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3x10^8 m/s

[obamacare-bear]

You homophobes are gonna be really thirsty now

[yoursummerdreamz]

[funkyforum]

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nicee

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Where’d you say you live again ?

[just--space]

Stellar spire in the Eagle Nebula

js

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Smoooooth vibes

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Dubai in a picture.

[mattyfromawkward-deactivated201]

kids: mom whats for dinner me:

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Savage.

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Addiction

They call out to me in the dark, it doesn’t matter how deep I bury my fingers in my ears or how hard I try and shut them out, willing the sounds to cease. They call and call and call, I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning under woollen sheets. It’s a cold night.It’s usually during the cold nights where I find myself drawn to their siren songs..their unspoken promises of warmth and satisfaction, a high of highs. The addiction is strong, I toss aside the sheets and race for the kitchen. My mind says ‘stop’ but my legs do the talking. I stand in the doorway of the kitchen, staring long and hard at the plate of cookie and glass of warm milk Mrs Claus was supposed to throw out but forgot to...my name is Santa Claus, and I am an addict