there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit
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Noah Kahan
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
The Stonewall Inn
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£
trying on a metaphor

PR's Tumblrdome
Not today Justin
cherry valley forever

Andulka
Jules of Nature

ellievsbear
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there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit
The Big Lebowski (1998)
it's edward cullen's birthdaaaayyyyyyy remember to launch into a downward spiral fueled by self-loathing in his honor!! <3
when the characters you like get beat the fuck up
when the characters never really make peace with it
in light of taylor talking about her influences, i wanted to bring back one of my favorite and what i think is one of the most criminally underdiscussed pieces of taylor media, which is a playlist made by brian mansfield of the songs taylor had on her ipod when she was 18 after she allowed him to go through it (x)
rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
I'm deep down in The Sads today. How would the Opress brothers reclaim a devoted lover after time apart?
Don't you know, anon?
There's no "reclaiming" necessary. They can scent... every shift in mood, every change in temperament, where you've been, who you've been with...
But you were always theirs.
Savage gives you what you need.
He pulls the strap that fell off your shoulder back into place, trailing fingers.
He leaves a kiss on your forehead before he departs for the day without fail.
His touch never falters when he follows your lead; a heavy presence that warms you though he hovers an inch over your back while you're walking -- there if you need him.
He'll offer you his fingers because his palm's too big, but he never concerns himself with what others might think when you hold his hand.
His jacket swallows you whole, but he'll drape it off your shoulders when you're cold. Even though it falls to your knees and it's more like a robe.
His gaze lingers when you put on that dress you haven't worn in ages and barely fits, and murmurs in that rough baritone, "You look lovely, little one."
He shares his books with you, telling you the stories he remembers from childhood, unconcerned of how easily those secrets spill. He knows they're safe with you.
He makes fresh caf in the morning, and there's always a steaming cup left for you no matter how insistent his brothers get about what's left in the carafe.
He cleans his entire plate of the meal you made for him, and his seconds, and never fails to tell you how much he appreciates that you made dinner. (Even if you're vegetarian.)
He kisses you goodnight every night -- no matter the time. No matter how late. No matter if you've been drifting in dreams, wondering why he's not by your side. He always finds his way home.
S A V A G E . O P R E S S Brother, I am an unworthy apprentice. Iām not like you. I never was.
if i was taylor swift and saw joe alwyn suddenly wanting to be on red carpets and magazine covers after years of wanting 'privacy' i would be in flames
The Sopranos, s01ep08