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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosmic Funnies
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new blog. follow @de-vocean
this blog is dead.
my friends have a cat who self identifies as a "boy" and uses he/him pronouns
we know this because he is owned by two lesbians who don't have very many he/him friends, so when they say "he" or "him" or "boy" they're usually referring to their cat, so their cat has started responding whenever somebody says "boy" or "he" by running up and looking at them expectantly. so he's a cat that has pronouns
This is the boy. By the way
pronounce
like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.
i hope you hate me
This sweet poem been in my head since yesterday. By Sarah Russell
via weheartit
you are a sinking ship, and for too long I've been trying to bail you out with a teaspoon. now it's time to abandon ship, you go down by yourself.
I miss everything and will never get any of it back. whatever
Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
thinking about.........hearing your voice and falling asleep with you again. i want to hold you.
my love
thinking about.........hearing your voice and falling asleep with you again. i want to hold you.
my love