Just walked from the train station into town for a Saturday night out but I am now drenched in rain.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

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Stranger Things
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Just walked from the train station into town for a Saturday night out but I am now drenched in rain.
gates | Olympus OM-1 | Samsung Prime Color 200 | 2026
I only think of marriage with disdain, you can’t change my mind. When I find my person I want to fake elope and find somewhere secluded like this only we’d share memories of. Not properly betrothed but instead deeply intertwined in a way that transcends the expectations of a traditional marriage. I’ll be acting like 90’s Gomez Addams.
Face reveal
every time someone says "you have to learn to mask your neurodivergence to be successful at Real Life", they're really just telling on themselves and admitting they'll never respect you or take you seriously unless you waste all your energy performing normativity for them
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gives joy only if read in a broken rhythm, pausing at every period, parting your lips a little at the colons
What: a pity to die my love. To say: "I don't love you anymore" with no one listening. What: a shame the irritated voice the haste. The distance between the first passionate whisper and this new timbre. How little shame I have. to have killed you and put you here. beneath the very expanse you created. The: expanse. Is: a cloth. Is: white. Is: a sheet. Is: a land on which snow has fallen. Ssh. you'll be alone there. No longer on top. but. under. as is proper for the dead, as is proper for seed. and. for lilies yet to sprout. You'll feel something like moving scratches: those are birds mice my own bony hands that you adored my tongue with its thirst. Brr. love. how. painful for me to see you shrunken by this chill so stripped of your gifts in this tomb where I can't grieve for you but can only dig down to the earth down to its iron to the fire that now embraces the earth and celebrates me.
Vendetta, ANTONELLA ANEDDA / TRANSLATED BY GEOFFREY BROCK
Lightning strike photographed beside a tornado in Denver, Colorado.
What should I name the bike I got?
Richard Gear
Depeche Rode
Wheel Young
Bjïke
FBI Agent Albert Rodenfield
Bikeal Keaton
Jeff Bikely
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Freaking out
Wim Wenders on the set of Wings of Desire
Viciously sentimental for someone who will never see this.
i think the theme of the met gala next year should be a giant meteor hurling towards it. just to spice things up. see if the celebrities can pull together to save manhattan
I have been feeling way too similar to Charlie Kelly lately. And it doesn’t help that I dress exactly like him. The high school reunion episode where he knocks himself unconscious to feel included is me exactly 👻