eatmymush: newyorker: The Joy of Bats Bats are good neighbors,
nursary: the point is im emo
I broke a nail and if you think I'm filing the other 9 to make
adonaiss: i hate when people ask what i do in my free time because
DON'T FOLLOW ME
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theskullqueen: Hey, if you still miss your pet that is okay.
122mg: me: *is still alive* me: how
papa frita
pokemon trash blog
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dailyholzer: looking back is the first sign of aging and decay
Raised by Wolves
clotair: i wish no one knew anything about me
poopflow: cause of death: second hand embarrassment
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conceptualsolitude: concept: me, sitting on top of a grassy
vilicity: words by Frida Kahlo
Demetrius Harmon
Demetrius Harmon
ayearofhibernation: skandolous: Ink Calendar designed by Oscar
mthemagic: weloveshortvideos: will never get over his reaction
warmthcalled: if you wanted to find mewhere would you start?
*is only cute in certain angles and lighting*
nevver: Fool thyself
aaabaaajss
Everything Will Fall, Fall Right Into Place
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conceptualsolitude: concept: time stops for me. i catch up.
angelbaby37: no offense but I want to fall asleep in a field
saltfishandbake: White people are more concerned with being
friendlyhomes: i’m thinking about throwing ceramic vases against
bpdstuff: “u want dinner?”what i want is to die
contourkit: Me losing my mind: I’m super chill all the time!!
asparagusandcanolilover: jobs are for survival, not for joy.