
gracie abrams

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kiana Khansmith
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Claire Keane

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@ttellus
never half, just hidden — 13.4.2019
i would like to.. become a bumble bee. sit on flowers. be yellow. not go to school. not understand capitalism.
Reminder:
Eating is good
Three meals is not too much
It’s okay to eat “unhealthy” foods
You do not need to purge to feel better
Eating is healthy
You deserve to be healthy
Eating is good.
how to live like a fairy:
- grow flowers, walk and dig in the soil
- eat wild strawberries and blueberries, have fruit picnics
- dance your heart away while the moon is shining upon you
- drink water infused with lavender and honey
- collect things that call to you, let them whisper their secrets and long history to you
The Rose Serpent
stone cottages in Bibury by Eduard Militaru
Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
black phillip if ur out there I would like to live deliciously, hmu when u got time
Polytheists just love the idea of being eaten by our gods or devouring the divine whole and honestly I think that’s very sexy of us
become the old forest god with light in its seven pupilless eyes and shadows of long-gone animals playing around its flower-crowned coat that you always wished to be abducted by as a child
the veil between the worlds is thin tonight but my restraint to summon a creature older than humanity and curl into its void arms to listen to stories from before the universe existed is thinner
Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton