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hello vonnie
Jules of Nature
Cosimo Galluzzi
Misplaced Lens Cap
dirt enthusiast
Stranger Things
noise dept.
wallacepolsom

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trying on a metaphor

oozey mess
Three Goblin Art
we're not kids anymore.
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@rosulas
my heart only beats faster for the things that might kill me.
lose your inhibitions, Sophia Cannizzaro (via amouthfulloflove)
antigone (sophocles / trans. anne carson)
TELLING MYSELF MV DIRECTED BY AUDREY ELLIS FOX
& my blood is in season. I ripen for a mouth.
— Kristin Chang, from “Nomenclature,” published in Glass
TELLING MYSELF MV DIRECTED BY AUDREY ELLIS FOX
“Within me come the cries of a tree tired of repeating the same fruit.”
— Garous Abdolmalekian, from “Acquiescence,” Lean Against This Late Hour, Trans. Idra Novey and Ahmad Nadalizadeh (Random House, 2020)
Kiki Layne behind the scenes of her L'OFFICIEL cover shot
Grief is the constant tug of gravity in which everything exists, to which / everything bends.
— Randy Lundy, from “Two Requirements for Reaching the Goal: To Begin and to Continue,” Field Notes for the Self (via lifeinpoetry)
joshuatbassett : ur I C O N I C chandlerlkinney : no u❤️
chandlerlkinney : hiiii go stream @joshuatbassett’s EP and watch the telling myself mv for clear skin k byeeee ❤️🍭
“I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.”
— Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via wordsnquotes)
Dear girl! What is left of you, of your warm laughter, of your good unhurried kisses, of the arms you lazily wrap around my neck, what is left of you in this writing that complicates you, comments on you, changes you?
Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
what were we , what were we both thinking ? we were so naive , so naive believing we were still happy , still happy , how could i ignore my doubts ? i keep on telling myself we had something good … did we stay together longer than we should ? were we just playing pretend because we could ? was it really that good ? i keep on telling myself it’s not what it was . did we just want to believe that this was love ? was it really worth the trouble that it caused ? look where we ended up .
TELLING MYSELF // JOSHUA BASSET
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