
shark vs the universe

oozey mess

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost

PR's Tumblrdome

pixel skylines
Mike Driver

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
trying on a metaphor
RMH
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Show & Tell

Product Placement
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Xuebing Du
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@shy0
“You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay. There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again.”
— Unknown
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A gorgeous lakeside spot deep in the Otago region of New Zealand’s South Island.
1979
Moscow - Russia (von komissarov_a)
I like clingy. I like attention. I like affection. I like double texts. I like random calls. I like paragraphs.
DressedUndressed Fall 2021
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photos that radiate the feeling of comfort and home.
Sad Night Dynamite
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feels like every few weeks I have to relearn how to exist, that I do need to sit in the sun and move my body and not drink too much coffee and dress in clothes that make me feel good and talk to my friends and journal and get off my phone sometimes and eat vegetables and drink more tea and generally reclaim the space in my life for myself ya know
“Didn’t you wake up feeling that you had no future? Didn’t you walk around drained of all meaning, without the right to even the slightest danger? Didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times, not to die?”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Prodigal Son,” The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke)