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1 month ago

My inspiration 🩶 Part 24 🤍


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2 months ago
My Inspiration 🖤 Part 23 🩶
My Inspiration 🖤 Part 23 🩶
My Inspiration 🖤 Part 23 🩶
My Inspiration 🖤 Part 23 🩶

My inspiration 🖤 Part 23 🩶


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2 months ago
My Inspiration 💛 Part 22 🩶
My Inspiration 💛 Part 22 🩶
My Inspiration 💛 Part 22 🩶
My Inspiration 💛 Part 22 🩶

My inspiration 💛 Part 22 🩶


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2 months ago
My Inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶
My Inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶
My Inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶
My Inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶

My inspiration 🩷 Part 21 🩶


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1 year ago
I Love My Sexy Daddy @robbinyamom

I love my sexy daddy @robbinyamom


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1 year ago
Bedroom Loft-Style Medium-sized Bedroom With Beige Walls And A Light Wood Floor In A Cottage-chic Loft

Bedroom Loft-Style Medium-sized bedroom with beige walls and a light wood floor in a cottage-chic loft style.


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1 year ago

how can i romanticise studying at awfully modern university? the building is fairly new and of course everything is technically advanced. but there is no soul in it

what should i do to feel very dark academia mysterious historic beautiful classical aesthetic?

i need help i ain’t agreeing with my university years being so basic


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When the rocks seem miles away and the shore steeping and breathless, the desire to keep falling and falling overcomes the cause, when the sky flew faster than you, all the light was just blinding, never golden and when you lay by the riverbank, scarlet red seeping into clear eyes, scarlet red from where carnations grew, only does your breath turn tragic, turning poetic, when love struck jewels emerge, careful fingers touch the rubies, and this is all the power I have, to only lament words I cannot fathom and trace the fall over and over till only golden ichor flows anew.


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Do you remember when I almost walked in front of a speeding car and you pulled me back so hard I laughed? later that night you called yourself my guardian angel, which was funny because for you I'd kneel and join my hands to The Something I've never really believed in. But I didn't tell you that, instead I told you about how I never really believed in Santa or prince charming because Santa had my dad's handwriting and my mom taught me that to love is an afterthought, only fulfilled in heaven.

so you don't believe in heaven?

No, but would you come for me when it's 3 in the morning and I'm pouring out all of the ink I have on paper, hoping it covers the blood that runs 'neath? Let me slice my hand on your halo, when I need to feel human again? Would you engulf me in your wings and let me tell you about how sometimes when I cross a road I reach for a hand that isn't there?

I'll find you in heaven just to prove you wrong.

But wouldn't you rather be stretching your arms above to the eternity I can prove, I will prove, for I am twistedly determined to prove you wrong, right next to me?

but how would you know it's me next to you?

I'd know, I'd know you, I'd always know you, your branches would be the one's above mine when the rays get too harsh.


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if you paint us like pressed flowers, will watering the blooming golds really make a difference? for you don't paint love, paintings blossom into vivid petals, with sunflowers turning to their love, no you don't paint, your hands trace over the pressed greens, definitive and sure, as if fate itself guided your hands. so perhaps if you drew me as a lover, perhaps i would've sent the letters i wrote to you, perhaps i wouldn't have been such a cynic to your light, and now i sit and wonder whether you'll read the note addressed to you tomorrow, or when you're 30 and quiet? i painted you a bleeding heart, was it mine or was it yours i do not know, you drew me as a pretty, lulling turn, but i painted the way gold blends into your dark hair, the blue of your hands, the liner on your eyes, i painted you, and in a twisted way i suppose, that is my way of saying i would've been yours, if only the flowers we plucked weren't already pressed, if the flowers grew, through time and space. I'm sorry i painted you the way i imagined it would be like, meeting you for the first time tomorrow, i preserve the flower i wish i had allowed to grow.


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1 year ago

20 years of Mean Girls💖

The best lines (in Brazilian Portuguese):

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Gretchen Wieners: “This is so fetch!”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Karen Smith: “On Wednesdays We Wear Pink.”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Cady Heron: “I was a woman possessed. I spent about 80% of my time talking about Regina, and the other 20% of the time praying for someone else to bring her up so i could talk about her more.”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Gretchen Wieners: “I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me. But I can't help it that I'm popular.”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Cady Heron: “On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was. October 3rd.”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

Regina George: “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

20 Years Of Mean Girls💖

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