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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Mike Driver

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Xuebing Du

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AnasAbdin
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Acquired Stardust
almost home
RMH
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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real life art
“I wish I could tell you everything is going to be okay, but the truth is I’m not sure.”
— @sixwordssayitall
i've been trying everything to detach myself from reality
Édouard Bisson (1856 - 1939)
Les messagères de l'Amour
It’s cruel to let hope live where it shouldn’t.
4:18a.m. (via thoughts-at4am)
Seascape 1928
Maurice Braun
Madame de Pompadour
Neue Pinakothek, Munich
The Roses of Heliogabalus (detail), 1898 oil on canvas Lawrence Alma-Tadema
i know one day it won't hurt like this, but that day is not today.
1:28 am
Take me places that she never went with you. Take me to the places she hated and tell me their history. Kiss me in front of the Mona Lisa. Pretend like I’m the masterpiece.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via sleevesofgrass)
what's the point? you're never going to read these words. i'd never let you. you see, these words are pieces of my soul, and i can't trust you with them anymore. you've already taken enough from me, whether you meant to or not.
it hurts
i just want you to tell me i mean something. tell me you care even the slightest bit. tell me something, anything. speak to me like you used to. you never speak to me like you used to.
gibberish
him: they're bad, the drugs, they fuck up your mind.
me: i know. the high is good but when it's gone it's gone and it takes something with it.
him: so why do you do it?
me: because i'm already living in the low.
I have cried in every room of this house. And you wonder why I don’t feel at home.
Mt (via tellherium)