PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
trying on a metaphor

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Claire Keane
occasionally subtle

#extradirty
Mike Driver
Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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DEAR READER
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@ocean6th-blog
“One day the AIs are going to look back on us the same way we look at fossil skeletons on the plains of Africa. An upright ape living in dust with crude language and tools, all set for extinction.”
Ex Machina (2015) Directed by Alex Garland
stardust
ponprincess:
Malaika Firth and Ondria Hardin for Daisy by Marc Jacobs
BALMAIN SPRING 2007 | JESSICA STAM
first day of my life // bright eyes
yours is the first face that i saw i think i was blind before i met you now i don’t know where i am i don’t know where i’ve been but i know where i want to go
Are you a romantic?
I write, I have to be.
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
Caitlin Moran (via falltospring)
my favourite thing about big dogs is when you push ‘em over they’re just like
“oh i’m lying down now! someone might scratch my stomach!!! i might nap!! endless possibilities!!!’
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Dylan Thomas: “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight.”
Jamie Bochert at the MET Gala 2015.
wakes up at 2:45 PM
“yeah i guess i’ll go”
Drag me to hell
close second
This is one of the most emo things I’ve ever read in my life