The Bright Sessions
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Mike Driver
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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if i look back, i am lost
art blog(derogatory)
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosmic Funnies

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Product Placement
One Nice Bug Per Day
Fieri Frames

Love Begins
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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@whaddupinherlife
Only red flag about me is that I’m too good to be true
Lisa Ray (Russian, b. 1980), Morning, 2012, oil on canvas, 85 × 85 cm.
im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains
Mean Victorian.
no offense to Socrates and Plato n all of them but I would’ve figured that stuff out too if I was like the 10th person to ever exist
Decrease your height lol
always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.
“Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
-May Benatar, The Pervasiveness of Loss
i wake up and immediately physically assault my brain with my phone
This is my favorite reaction gif on this hellsite