i loooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it when i come back from a friends house and my stuff smells like them
almost home
we're not kids anymore.
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

PR's Tumblrdome
occasionally subtle
One Nice Bug Per Day
ojovivo

Origami Around

Love Begins
The Bowery Presents

oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Show & Tell
will byers stan first human second

tannertan36
Cosimo Galluzzi
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Discoholic 🪩
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@the-empty-girly
i loooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it when i come back from a friends house and my stuff smells like them
i hope my absence gives you the peace my love never could
- dee
“You have to get to a point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”
— Unknown
"Are you moody again??"
Bold of you to assume I ever stopped to begin with.
love & pop (1998) dir. hideaki anno
I love playing dumb like wat?? huh?? LMAOO it’s so fun
may your next ibuprofen take effect swiftly and noticeably
kiss me till i stop overthinking
everyone in this room will someday be dead - emily austin
from Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder
Forgive yourself as many times as you need. It’s okay.
- February 15, 1922
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: "February 15. A bit of singing on the floor below, an occasional door slamming in the corridor, and all is lost." End ID]
i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever
Justine Kurland Bathroom, 1997
I love this picture, perfectly captures those little, mundane moments between girls that make female adolescence so interesting, so visceral. Moments made of a bond that exists only between girls: We don’t protect ourselves like we do with boys, female friendships are all flesh and blood.