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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Origami Around
occasionally subtle

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@rcmeomontague
Flowers and more flowers.
writing as therapy. writing as healing. writing as discovery. writing as self-love. writing as making sense of the dark. writing as rebirth.
all friendship is inherently romantic, isn't it?
sufjan stevens - twin peaks: fire walk with me (1992) - la ceremonie (1995) - unknown - victor gabriel gilbert - friedrich nietzsch - thelma and louise (1991) - john o’donohue - girlhood (2014) - hustlers (2019) - walt whitman
love eating fruit that dyes my fingers red. feels good feels primal
This must be what love is: a pain so radiant it cuts through all others.
Bone Map: Poems, ‘Beekeeping’ by Sara Eliza Johnson (via decreation)
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sometimes im like…..what is the point of all this ??? and then i hang out with the people i love, and for a brief moment, i see
Iris van Harpen Couture Spring 2020
“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only the sun has come this close, only the sun.”
— Shauna Barbosa, GPS
itll be okay *puts a little flower in your hair*
2021.08.11
夕暮れ
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“my heart full of petals,”
— Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
Let lesbians take over the film industry
“My favorite means of communication is otherworldly: dreams—meeting in dreams.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak , (A Russian Psyche: The Poetic Mind of Marina Tsvetaeva)
me: i don’t need to write this down i’ll remember it
me literally a minute later: