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titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
todays bird

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
almost home

#extradirty

oozey mess
Phantogram Three

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Jimmy Eat World
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
macklin celebrini has autism
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
EXPECTATIONS

ellievsbear
NASA
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@scillsthrills
[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
Mike Hall.
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
Girls Bathing in the Open Air, Anders Zorn, 1890
Francesco Levy, The Constellations of Summer
Phyllis Shafer (American, 1958) - Moonrise (2015)
“Do not draw me without reason. Do not wield me without valor.”
BLUE EYE SAMURAI (2023)
I never said I was a samurai. You did. I am on the path of revenge. There's no place on it for love or friendship or weakness. Now I have a man to kill.
babygirl the way you forsake your happiness on your relentless quest to vengeance, your complicated relationship with gender and the way you're covered in blood have bewitched me body and soul
autumn awakening
instagram - twitter - website
"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.
i have nothing against a character who is layers of scar tissue and callous protecting a small little sliver of their before self, who just wants to be safe to let that sliver grow and heal
however. when the only thing under all the scarring is more scarring. when there's nothing of the before self left at all. when there was a precipice, and they tumbled over it, and even if they got back up they'll never heal right.
and then to have someone still say i care for you. you are broken and i can't fix you and i'm here anyway. so what if you're a ghost of yourself? you can haunt me
relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever
"Tired" by Langston Hughes.