he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Xuebing Du

Love Begins
Sade Olutola
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Discoholic 🪩
One Nice Bug Per Day

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

if i look back, i am lost
RMH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Stranger Things
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

Andulka

Product Placement
wallacepolsom

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@vitunnea
Photographed by Estelle Hanania for Simone Rocha
Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)
[Text ID: Absolute stillness, nothing but bird cries.]
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Russian matchbook labels.
@lisa_fratani and @cristiano.palmerini by Alessio Albi
goes from crippling self hatred to I Am God in 10 seconds flat: parkour
in the mood to be called honey.. sweetie.. my angel.. my love
My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.
“I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.”
— David Jones (via quotemadness)