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taylor price
NASA
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Sade Olutola
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Stranger Things
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Game of Thrones Daily
trying on a metaphor
todays bird
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
@theartofmadeline
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@nostalgia-for-arson
not aromantic but I believe in their beliefs.
"there's no platonic explanation for this" try harder bucko
love is a beautiful wonderful multifaceted nebulous thing that shouldn't be reduced to the strict bounds of Tier One: Romance and Tier Two: Friends. get weird with it. love your friends deeply, wildly, passionately and platonically. cowards
ok mood thank u emily dickinson relatable queen
happy pride month dykes i love you dykes
yeah shoutout to pleasures of the flesh
some of u wouldn’t know good music if it started touching u sexually
its not my fault that sex noises and pain/fear noises sound exactly the same
a robot shibari'd with its own wires. you agree, yes? reblog
the robot shivering n trembling because you're stretching its nerves around itself and it can't very well move to do anything about it. many such cases
plucking its nerves like guitar strings n hearing its cooling vents kick into overtime. is this anything .
sexual thrill at the mere prospect of cataloging things in a database
What’s sex
some naked bullshit
“Living weapon” covers a lot and all of it is hot
I see the evil in you and I don't mind
“Robot” (2001) by Siobhán Hapaska
she’s just like me fr
Yearning for what you can never have is beginner level. Real yearners know the good shit is what you could freely have if you allowed yourself to, but never will.
"Everything returns", Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
“I can’t tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other. The reason I can’t tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognized by burning.”
— A.R. Ammons, “A Poem is a Walk”
