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YOU ARE THE REASON
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Stranger Things
Today's Document
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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cherry valley forever
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
$LAYYYTER
macklin celebrini has autism
Xuebing Du
Show & Tell
NASA

bliss lane

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@teohtart
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.
Sylvia Plath written in 1949 at age 17. (via blackbruise)
do we panic now
Any time you talk to anyone about something that they love, they’re, like, their most beautiful. It’s a cool gift to get to talk to people about what they love.
Amy Poehler (via psych-facts)
Machine Porn
I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Anna Peters (via rauchwolken)
that top right corner is my favorite thing in the Metropolitan and I just got hyped as fuck to see it on my dashboard
the picture at the very bottom is the funniest bc at the time in greece that sculpture was made, smaller, circumcised dicks were desirable, so his dick game was p strong at one point
How to perfectly fold a t-shirt.
Lmaoooooooooo
SO I WENT TO OPEN A CAN OF CHOPPED TOMATOES
NOW IM NO FUCKING EXPERT BUT IM PRETTY FUCKING SURE THESE ARE PEARS
Paolo D’Angelo: Spirale di luce nello spazio