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actors STOP getting BOTOX it is your literal JOB to move that FOREHEAD
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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) dir. Michel Gondry
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.
L. V., writing as you sleep
having signature jewlery that u always wear is very important i can’t explain it
I still love this website so much because it feels like the last connection we have to an internet that doesn’t exist anymore like I can come on here and scroll through posts that are literally just funny or beautiful or interesting with no intention to sell me something or influence me we are all just here for a laugh. Nothing is just for laughs anymore EXCEPT tumblr dot com
Kiki's Delivery Service 1989 — dir. Hayao Miyazaki
the way i can’t enjoy anything without it consuming my entire being is both a blessing and a curse
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins