PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 1: Favorite adaptations | [template]
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Today's Document
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shark vs the universe
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sheepfilms

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Love Begins
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi

#extradirty
Jules of Nature
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
will byers stan first human second
RMH
Show & Tell
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@ray-anabel
PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 1: Favorite adaptations | [template]
gentle fingertips trace my collarbone, tipped upward - until you reach my cheek.
if only i could sink into you. let my waist melt into the dip of yours - let me keep sinking.
lips on my forehead like small butterflies, tickling, always searching for more space to dance along.
warm skin on skin.
my lips only reach your chin, but sometimes, i settle into the hallow of your neck, wishing i could stay there forever.
-Ray Anne
Earnest Hemingway with a mosin nagant, Spanish civil war
I dreamt about you… again.
An excerpt from a poem featured in Rachel Wiley’s poetry collection Nothing Is Okay
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we take so much of what is not given. we take. we take. expecting things un-owed to us. things untrue. and we believe the lies they tell us. they tell us that things will get better. but only after we buy into their investments, only then we will feel whole again. we drink the medicine until the names and the colors and the pain become numb. until we no longer remember up from down. until the night sky resembles a blanket of holes and the ground is nothing but a place to rest our heads. we take so much. we take. we take. and we do not think of the consequences to this. we do not remember that things are not owed. we do not remember that life is not ours. and we do this and we feel the emptiness even stronger than before. and still. all we do is take.
r.s.
I’m very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very tired.
Wild Thoughts (click for HD)
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