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Sade Olutola

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Noah Kahan

Origami Around

if i look back, i am lost
Stranger Things

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The Stonewall Inn
Show & Tell
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Mike Driver

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watered flame
i'm my mother's psychiatrist first and daughter second
“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”
— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New
I wanted to see you today,
I'm sure you look as bright as the moon,
With those eyes shimmering like the stars.
I wish I could get a picture of you,
To plant a thousand kisses
on your cheeks,
And tell you how looking at you
fills my heart with peace.
Wherever in this world you are,
Know that I shall always carry you in my heart,
I feel terrible today,
For I can't even call you and beg
to hear my name in your voice,
I wish you knew,
You were more than just a friend of mine.
Sparkandashes via tumblr // Sun 24 May
The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail.
A gathering of Angels
TRUST ME
that dissociation feel when your eyes unfocus, everything goes fuzzy and every sound your hear is muffled, distorted and changing frequencies and you don’t even know if you’re real anymore
the torn-up road by richard siken - geoff mcfetridge