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AnasAbdin
styofa doing anything

titsay

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Claire Keane
wallacepolsom
tumblr dot com

blake kathryn
Jules of Nature
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Mike Driver

shark vs the universe

ellievsbear
taylor price
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Love Begins
RMH
KIROKAZE
Stranger Things
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@spacecatastrophe
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pepper_udon
Ellen Bass, ‘The Thing Is’
hands.....with rings....hot
Me in room by myself in complete silence: so true bestie
kiersten white / jeffrey mcdaniel, “the archipelago of kisses” / richard siken, “you are jeff” / phillip pullman, “the amber spyglass”
slowly getting out of this art block by doing some good ol’ photo studies 🙆🏻♀️ art ig + twitter: @lycheeart
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Debutante
when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me
Full paragraph hurts even more.
“ (…) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”
smoking a blunt with Sylvia Plath
me: this is some good weed huh Sylvia
Sylvia Plath: [hits blunt] black blood dances around the witch’s hut. i dream of myriad deaths ensconced in poppies. i am the witch. i am the blood. i am sweet death in all its forms.
me: …alright
This could b us but..