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Our Mother Was Not Amused When She Heard My Brother Screaming, Unknown Photographer
this is my love language
images that are the same
Palm Springs (2020) dir. Max Barbabow
You haven’t the faintest idea how terrific I am! For your information, I happen to have a fantastic sense of humor, a bubbly personality, and I am warm and sensitive like you wouldn’t believe! I also sing and play the guitar, and I’m learning to tap dance! And on top of all that, I happen to be cute as hell!
growing up when you had sleepovers did you guys share a bed with your friends or did you banish them to sleep alone in another bed/room cause i remember my freshman year of college my friend was coming to sleepover and my roommate was like ???? where on earth are they going to sleep and i was like my guy in my bed hello??
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara + friendship
The Evening Sun, Baltimore, Maryland, October 1, 1913
the key to mash being both an iliad and an odyssey is that from hawkeyes pov it’s an iliad from bjs pov it’s an odyssey
okay this is the funniest cake someone has asked from me
My hands wanted to touch your hands / because we had hands, wrote Frank Bidart.
He wrote about his hand with his own hands—: it’s a mise en abyme.
To have a lover’s hands within our own hands, to become those other hands as those other hands are becoming you, is to be between two mirrors, is to be placed into the abyss of touch.
The infinity of her hand.
— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods
every time i think, i take 10 damage
and everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
there really is nothing more delicious than hot coffee and a simple breakfast prepared for you by your friend