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Language moodboard: Latin American Spanish

curlsandstems

Don’t do drugs, ladies and gents. 😂😭😂😭😂😭

thewanderingnegro-deactivated20

“Whats your safe word?”

curlsandstems

That part had me weak 😂😭😂😭😂😭

paninimami

“You think I’m in pilates?”😭

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“watch ya fingers bootyhole man!!” Lmfaooaoaoaoooo

justcariii

Lol i need to be his friend

southernbitchface

“Every strong man got a sensitive side”

h3llraizer

Lmaooooooooooooooooo

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“Ooo that’s cute”

decolonialtheoryandweed

Bruh I love this dude! Why is he getting arrested and is there a link for us to send money to bail him out?

yuhbelkii

tattoome

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let’s try posting this again 🤪

heavenlypoems

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Dream a little dream of me, turn this into something sweet Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song F**k it, I love you

heavyemptyheart

“Sometimes I get this overwhelming urge to light a match and set everything on fire. As the smoke escapes my cracked lips and my fingers shake with the badly lit cigarette between my two fingers, I imagine what it’d be like to watch as everything I claim to love burns to ashes. This city is too quiet.  This city judges me.  This city doesn’t feel like home.  What even is home to me anymore?  In my bubble of self-destruction, I even imagine myself amidst the flames. Hot, fiery lava just erupting out of my fragile bones leaving debris in every corner I turn. As the embers crackle in the air, I imagine myself thinking, “finally some noise in this dead city.” So I scream as loud as my decaying lungs let me and thrust my arms up to the sky. Then, I take a step out of the demolition and watch.  Watch as everything I’ve ever known and could never get myself to love, burns to a tiny pile of ash. I pick it up with two shaking hands and lather it all over my body.  “Finally”,  I think, “some colour in this dead soul.””

— homesick | @heavyemptyheart

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“I’ve been living alone so long, everything about me’s private. I’m surprised anyone’s able to understand a word I say.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Werner Noth’s Beautiful Blue Vase,”

quotemadness

“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

autumntides

You don’t want to be rich. You want to live freely.

godsbaby

That’s it

royalgoons-deactivated20220109

that’s it, man.

mossadspydolphin

The idea of being super-rich actually scares me. I don’t want to be so empty inside that I spend my money on $30,000 ugly handbags and giant boats and shit. I just want to pay my bills without panic and support lots of charities.

somethingwendythiswaycomes

And maybe go some places

teenagerposts

@ all my mutuals

unchildhood

ANNE CARSON

‘The Glass Essay’ from Glass, Irony, and God (1994);

personal photos, original edit

inkcvnt

Michelle Marie (@sketchupandfries) on Instagram

gwinny5k

The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren’t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.