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herpsandbirds

Greater Sooty Owl (Tyto tenebricosa), family Tytonidae, order Strigiformes, Australia

Photographs by Ben Williams

floridakilo

2026... time to get serious about getting free

#trying to leave my job like

kabaks

Me when a man is actually charming: he's at minimum bisexual. don't lie to me

me core edit from the most annoying girl you know

#i had to delete my old video editing app to make space on my phone so here's this #this is the media that shaped me thank you very much #basically 2009-now #me core

actuallysara

Hudson Williams BTS of his Peloton AD (via by.aikaflores)

#ugh i'm gonna frow up #hudson williams

misspinkss

PinkPantheress for i-D Magazine

#pinkpantheress

pussymargiela

nortonlovebot

atticus ross and trent reznor in the studio making the challengers soundtrack

#challengers #exactly #compress repress vibes

berry-bun

She cut up the carrot on her own btw

#bunny !!!

kaalbela

Frescos in Amber Palace in Jaipur, photographed by Tess Newall.

fuckrozanov

come to my cottage where there’s no slamming doors and we don’t walk on eggshells and you don’t have to think about how as a child you memorized the sounds of footsteps on the hardwood and who they belonged to and how much to shrink yourself depending on the answer. don’t go back to russia because you always come back to me in pieces and pretend you don’t need to be put back together. i know a place that won’t break you. come to my house. we’ll have so much fun. i want to watch tv with you. i want to knock elbows with you while we brush our teeth. i want to taste your mouth while its still warm from your coffee; to suck syrup off your fingers at the table. i want every mundane luxury we’ve never allowed ourselves to have. it’s so private, no one will know. because they can’t. and for now it’s okay; i’m not ready for the world to have us when there’s so many ways i’ve yet to have you. we’d have a week, or even two, and it still won’t be enough. how do you make up for almost ten years of never seeing a sunrise together. never kissing with morning breath. all the things i might already know if i never left that time you asked me to stay. we’ll be completely alone, together, with our clothes in the same laundry basket and your hair on my pillowcase and the enormity of everything i want touching every corner of every room.

#oh okay because i was wondering #this is like black out poetry #heated rivalry

sab3rtooth

patterns left by woodworms on driftwood

#wow me

eileenleahy

[encountering a new mlm ship] right. and which one would die in childbirth and which one would be the alcoholic widower who inflicts lifelong trauma on their child due to their rageful and all-encompassing grief?