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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Cosimo Galluzzi
almost home
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Andulka
dirt enthusiast
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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plot twist: you meet a boy that says he’ll never hurt you and he actually literally never hurts you lol
The Wonder Years // Sister Cities
My life got better when I accepted that sometimes shit just doesn’t work out. You aren’t always going to get the job, the partner, the class, the internship or whatever else you care about. Sometimes shit hits the fan and you have to be okay with that. Every time your life falls to pieces you can’t hit the floor, you gotta get your shit together, let out a little cry and keep going. Like just bc shit doesn’t work out does not mean life is going terribly, it just means it wasn’t meant to be at this time and that’s A o fucking kay.
Everyone I used to see on tumblr is deactivating and a lot of the people I've spoken to have left and evolved like Pokemon onto instagram and snapchat.
My heart says yes but my vocal range says no
what the fuck and why the fuck
Available for tattoo.
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dating me is 50% memes and terrible humor, 20% me being sarcastic and distant, and 30% me pathetically confessing how much i admire and love u
me: i’m a bottom. i can’t do this
the drivers ed instructor: for the last time i don’t know what that means. i’m just trying to teach you to parallel park
it’s easier to say “im tired” than “im so sad and lonely i feel like there’s a weight in my chest and my body is so heavy i have no energy emotionally, physically or mentally to even move from my bed”
Why is it that whenever I see a lesbian couple out in public I’m filled with the irrepressible urge to telepathically communicate to them that I’m gay