hi im megan! people also call me mo!
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any pronouns are excellent and welcomed
i don't do bad sauce passes
NASA
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we're not kids anymore.
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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occasionally subtle
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hi im megan! people also call me mo!
-27
-uk
-white
any pronouns are excellent and welcomed
mymusician... oughh my little bug [remembers parasocial relationships are bad] [remembers infantilization is bad] this complete stranger is their own huge bug
“The desk at my old studio” (2006)
I was mugged by snow white and the seven dwarves the other day. six dwarves now, I suppose. kneed dipshit or dopey or whatever he was called in the eye socket so hard he died before his limp body hit the ground. they all scattered after that. I'll never forget how they wailed his name
Mark Rothko, No. 21 (Red, Brown, Black and Orange), 1951
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)
DJing at the club: put your hands in the air and shake your ass a lil if you love baby animals!!!! everyone go crazy!! do it for the baby animals!!😄
Get a life, now they on sale
i missed it but happy chungking express may 1st to those who celebrate
they hotboxed the shit out of that RV
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One of the best images. Like we've all been here folks
mike’s hard past couple of months
mike’s hard past couple of months
mike’s hard past couple of months
I once ate meat from a pig that was only fed wine corks during its life. I became nauseated and tired and fell asleep in my leather armchair. I dreamt of cool breezes over vineyards on the Mediterranean Sea, until I woke up in a cold sweat and a longing for Italy. It’s not right to feed a pig too much of something, it gives them a connection which is best left alone.