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YOU ARE THE REASON
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
Stranger Things
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taylor price
One Nice Bug Per Day
EXPECTATIONS
d e v o n
KIROKAZE
Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
Misplaced Lens Cap
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So it begins
Good things will happen in September
I completely forgot I scheduled this post a year in advance and woke up to see the cat fish of fortune had come in the night to deliver the good news. Auspicious September everybody
your mom spilling the latest tea as you’re pulling out of the airport parking lot energy
*Me after someone I follow inevitably decides to shitpost 200+ reblogs clogging my feed so that I'm forced to miss updates from all the other blogs I follow or scroll endlessly through their garbage until my thumbs fall off.
you guys heard of this movie called rope
This is ‘Clinamen’, by Céleste Boursier-Mougenot (it’s an installation artwork). I got to see it in person and it’s stayed with me since.
NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ELSE
Laurence Olivier as Everard Logan The Divorce of Lady X (1938)
Evidence the first lipstick mirror message was left not by Shangela but by legendary queen Laurence Olivier
If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?
I’d probably wrack my brain to recite fragments of a Keats - Fanny Brawne letter so you can feel you kicked it in the service of a grand romance only to realize you're about to die never knowing that kind of love so I try to backtrack but not in time
dw if I die I will still haunt the narrative
never in between