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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.
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Discoholic 🪩

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if i look back, i am lost
almost home
Not today Justin
The Stonewall Inn
Cosmic Funnies

bliss lane
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
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wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

#extradirty
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@wellenia
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Marnie Hawson
Bridge & Burn
Malloryanne Leasure
The light falls, in bits and lines.
“If you leave her, make sure she’s not the love of your life. Otherwise you will meet her one day, on an autumn street, yellow leaves blowing about her, her arms full of her child and a happy marriage. And she will as you expectantly, her eyes gleaming, hoping you found happiness too, “What did you trade me for?” And you will not be able to answer. Because all you traded true love in for is empty hands and a half full life.”
— Nikita Gill
They become part of who you are or they destroy you.
The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.
Beau Taplin, The Hours Between (via thequotejournals)
Big Sur, CA