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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosimo Galluzzi

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

ellievsbear
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Peter Solarz
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Discoholic 🪩

JBB: An Artblog!
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Stranger Things
Xuebing Du

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@waxydogs
friends -> nearly lovers -> something else -> strangers
-> finally lovers — walk with me while i tragedy bait though. because im thinking of canon mike wheeler, whose ending will never be real to me. btw. anyways. imagine you're mike wheeler: you can't talk about it. you can't talk without talking about it. so you dont talk. you sit in your parents basement and you write a better ending. you use your fathers aftershave, and you part your hair to the same side. you try to ignore the ache clawing to get out of your chest, the one screaming that you're dying. you're dying, and you probably deserve it. you write another ending. it'll never be good enough. you never write the one you want. you write around the gaps; you fall through them. you sleep at your desk, eye to eye with a stranger slaying a dragon. he wears your face, and the shame wraps under your arms, familiar, a hug from an old friend. you'll never figure it out. you can't look at it. you swallow a million apologies, and you hang up after the first ring. you ache. you deserve it. you'll never get what you want; you'll never even open your mouth to ask for it. you don't want things to change. you'll die if they don't. you'll wear an extra layer. you'll clean your glasses. you'll write a better ending. you have to write a better ending.
“not one crush of mine worked out” I DONT CAREEEEEEEEE
um... it's nothing...
experiencing collective psychosis over a ship i didn’t gaf about three weeks ago was not how i expected to spend last month of 2025 but here we are. i drank the byler kool aid. fuck my stupid baka life i really wanted those gay boys to ride off into the sunset together
Sequoia National Park In California
my confusing clutter :)
let's be several years behind together
Y'all rocking with my mclennon merch⁉️
blowing the dust off my dash like it’s my copy of the master and margarita i’ve started and stopped reading 4 separate times…heyyy
Stairways of Napoli, Napoli -- September 11th, 2024
Etsy
u can't have a band where everyone is into heroin it'll never go anywhere you need at least one bitch on coke and or type a calling up everyone's house to make them come to the studio
joan baez for rolling stone