Today's Document

Discoholic 🪩
art blog(derogatory)

if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
hello vonnie

Love Begins

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
YOU ARE THE REASON
The Bowery Presents
Not today Justin

titsay
taylor price
The Stonewall Inn
noise dept.
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Doug Jones
macklin celebrini has autism
EXPECTATIONS

roma★
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@thaths-not-my-name
This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult; Lone Wolf (via sunsetquotes)
Isn’t it weird how we basically have an endless mental conversation with ourselves?
Ya she needs to shut up
Given anatomy, pants make more sense for women and dresses make more sense for men.
guys have you ever seen how you weigh a baby giraffe
isn’t life great
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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