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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Peter Solarz
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth
My friend's cozy little kitchen in Finland.
9th of July, 2023
golden hour in my bedroom☀️ ft. my cute ghost poster that i got from redbubble
Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3
i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera
I think it's important that people play card and board games with each other
If you surround yourself with people who are genuine and open, you never have to worry about saying the wrong thing or being too upfront.
A dazzling emerald hue / 16 April 2022 Saturday
the stoic teenager to being on the verge of tears anytime something slightly inconvenient happens adult pipeline is very real
you'll just be minding ur business and then suddenly the air smells like an august evening in 2005
Jane Austen, from a letter to her sister Cassandra Austen