Cold but pretty in the graveyard today
RMH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Claire Keane
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost
Keni
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Cosimo Galluzzi
DEAR READER

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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
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@punksun
Cold but pretty in the graveyard today
Concept: two rival biologists on a mad dash to discover the most hideous, revolting new species so they can name it after the other one
Motorcycle lesbians â â
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by Jesus Bravo
big fan of walking in the rain. hate the concept of wet clothes. i am tired of life and its obscure sufferings
same moment different angle
The bullet bandolier over the skirts is a look. đ
Healing yourself can be offensive to people that benefited from your brokenness.
Yellowstone National Park by David Wessels
my #1 priority politically is making sure we bring back cowboys but more explicitly homoerotic
A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes youâve made, opportunities youâve missed, people youâve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that itâs all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, youâll never be this young again.
joemortell
Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.
The Waterbearers, by Victor Renault des Graviers (detail)