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The Bowery Presents

Kiana Khansmith
Mike Driver
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Origami Around
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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occasionally subtle

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Claire Keane

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@so-done-with-this
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I love people with attractive personalities
Sometimes you just want to breakdown and let it all go but you continue to smile like nothing is wrong.
You-will-see-the-light-again (via you-will-see-the-light-again)
idfc // blackbear
Me: Nah, I'm not getting my hopes up.
Narrator: Her hopes, were in fact, up.
me: tomorrow’s the day I start over! I’m going to strive to be a better person and make healthier choices!
me tomorrow: i’m cosmically insignificant time’s an illusion & I hope i die soon
Fuck me as hard as my anxiety does
i forgot who i am // 3.19.2017
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“ At 16 or even 21, nobody is worth stressing over. Like move on, leave people behind. Go find yourself, the world is yours. Life goes on. ”
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)
YOU NEVER FUCKING CARED
Letting you go was beautiful, yet tragic. My heart broke, but my mind settled knowing I wasn’t going to hurt forever because of you.
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But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via wornsoles-wornsouls)