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Origami Around
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
$LAYYYTER
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Jules of Nature

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Zhiyong Jing, Insomnia
Jing Zhiyong (Chinese b. 1982), Insomnia, 2026, Oil on canvas
problematic sudoku solving skills gap
nothing pisses me off more than taco bell messing up my order and for that reason i need to stop going to taco bell you got a problem girl
i am really grateful that getting a hysterectomy is more likely if i approach it from a gender standpoint but it really blows my mind that my physical pain and suffering isn't enough
Shirō Kasamatsu aka 笠松 紫浪 aka Kasamatsu Shiro (Japanese, 1898-1991, b. Asakusa, Tokyo, Japan) - Tidal Hour (Shiodoki), 1964, Woodblock Print: Ink, Color on Paper
whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls
additional note. why do we call it “religious experience.” shouldn’t it be a “spiritual experience.” “religious experience” implies one is like, connecting with a specific religious doctrine or something. like you orgasm so good that you specifically fully grasp the talmud
my tummy hurts and WHY did none of my alarms go off this morning fuck you for real apple
what i feel like when i reply to someone’s post
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?
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I believe authors should be cryptic and unhelpful in the interpretation of their own work or even act like they’re dead and never comment on it ever
Niagara Falls, 1970s.
my friend is bringing me coffee and we're going to stream a derby bout-- tell me how i just did 2 hours of cleaning straight out of bed without coffee that's incredible
who watches videos on their phone with sound on in a full waiting room be for real