Si même Rebek' a repris Tumblr, c'est qu'on est au bon endroit.
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies

oozey mess
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
KIROKAZE
$LAYYYTER
Mike Driver
Game of Thrones Daily

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Show & Tell
Fai_Ryy

roma★
Noah Kahan
cherry valley forever
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Si même Rebek' a repris Tumblr, c'est qu'on est au bon endroit.
La vingtenaire sur la photo retrouvée, conservée sous pseudonyme, me juge : Pourquoi tu parles de toi comme d'une vieillarde ? On a toujours fait ça, se sentir si lourde, se sentir trop tard. C'est triste mais —
S'ouvre un espace d'inconséquence, un temps supplémentaire, qu'est-ce qu'il y a après que tout soit raté, on continue, non ? On fait pour soi, avec l'enjeu à ras du sol, on fait secret solitaire. On a jamais tant travaillé que trop tard. On creuse dans cet espace qu'on a créé, on fabrique en soum-soum une vie parallèle. Chaque jour point de départ, toujours après.
Wait, what could a Broadway star possibly wish they did instead? Alright, don’t laugh. But I’ve always wanted to be a children’s librarian.
ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING | 2x08 – Hello, Darkness
Drag Race France (2022)
Signe que c'est 2022 et qu'on ravive tumblr avec la Reine.
I don’t usually feel this way at 11 o'clock in the morning. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way before.
—Desert Hearts (Donna Deitch, 1985)
Ces dialogues de maboule
How was it possible to be afraid and in love… The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.
Nous étions dix, Nine Antico.
James Baldwin, Colored Entrance, North Carolina, Durham, Photo by Steve Schapiro, 1963
Wim Wenders, Wings of Desire, 1987.
David Bowie - Interview - Afternoon plus - 1979 [x]
Not much has changed in the way people treat bisexuality smh
“are you bisexual” “yes” “i’m not sure i understand” “I’m bisexual” “what do you mean” “ThAT I AM BISEXUAL”
What are you reading this weekend?