theres no such thing as tmi to me. i want to live in your ribcage.
The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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NASA
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@saigue
theres no such thing as tmi to me. i want to live in your ribcage.
you know what, hell yeah.
sorry for acting batshit crazy I was feeling a little unwanted
The Thing Is - Ellen Bass / The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings / Birthday - Andrea Gibson
*me, literally sick with want* whatever
sorry that i am obsessed with you in the unhealthiest way possible. as if it's my fault
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }
{So We Must Meet Apart by gabrielle bates and jennifer s. cheng}
Cathy Park Hong, from "Spring and All"
Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart
it’s quiet here
Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals
But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.
― Louis Sachar, Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake
heeseung ♡ 230712 dance jam
it's you and me in this world just come kiss me and bite me
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]