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will byers stan first human second
cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
$LAYYYTER
todays bird
noise dept.

Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
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Love Begins
Keni

JVL

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roma★
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@septemberkisses
credits: ig/said.vesmir
you cannot repeatedly disappoint somebody & expect their energy to still crave you
unfortunately, you do got to change who you hang around cus energy is so easily transferable mfs will drain your own energy and every genuine bone in your body to make it seem like they are the victim free yourself from fake bonds
good god when the onions and garlic hit the olive oil..........
Panties hit the FLOOR
you know it sister
good god when the onions and garlic hit the olive oil..........
Panties hit the FLOOR
you know it sister
Your self respect has to be greater than your desire to be loved.
*gun shot*
no matter what happened today, you:
are loved
deserve to eat
are needed & valued
should take care of yourself
have a future
will be okay
it’s so refreshing dealing w/ people who are mature & easy to talk to.
Well of course there’s shame. There’s always shame.
as someone who would overshare out of excitement i am learning to talk less. talk less and just do
why are all the actual real human jobs like baker and florist and childcare worker barely paying livable wages but the fake jobs like ai specialist boot licker or marketing campaign dick sucker making six figures
Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women : a world poetry anthology
it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees
running up the hill to make a deal with god again. anyone need anything