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Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.
i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
i see bisexuality in everything as god intended
It is what it is but like. Can it be something else
The boys' statement over Liam's passing via 1D's instagram - 17.10
When it suddenly crashes on you that it is real and not just a nightmare, and the dam of tears breaks 💔
i love fur, i love leather, i love wool, i love long lasting materials without plastic in them that will decompose and go back into the ecosystem after serving me well for several decades.
unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.
this app is literally my public private place to talk to myself