paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance
Noah Kahan
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we're not kids anymore.

bliss lane
Claire Keane
Show & Tell
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Mike Driver

shark vs the universe

oozey mess
Jules of Nature
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pixel skylines
todays bird

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Love Begins
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@worstie
paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance
Dancers (1896) by Franz Von Stuck
I love being a feminist bitch. ever since I was 13 I’ve known this
what do you mean my childhood affected me
i have terrible news
break up with your controlling boyfriend. call off the wedding, get divorced, whatever you have to do. it's not worth it i promise. don't let the sunk cost fallacy rob you of your happiness. he's mediocre at best i promise there's so much better out there for you and deep down you know it too. leave him. escape! FLEE!
every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture
didn’t jesus do something similar to that
god forbid a girl is a bit annoying and pessimistic and grumpy
just came across a guy on tiktok who is doing something cringe every day for lent to increase humility. this is true christianity.
Thorben Danke
all these clothing stores with their 'boyfriend shirts', 'boyfriend hoodies', 'boyfriend sweatpants', 'boyfriend shorts' - every two minutes someone's poor boyfriend is being divested of his clothes for resale and left cold and naked and confused somewhere
I both want to experience everything life has to offer and never leave my house ever again