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‘Love is an organic thing. It rots and softens.’

Words by Clementine Von Radics

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Willow Gray

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finally, someone for tumblr

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what an episode

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genuinely lethal cutiepie voice here

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ASS SLAP!

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hell is full. heaven is full. god created a new holding space for souls called hurgle and the only thibg to do here is this infinitely expading jigsaw puzzle of a finely detailed pigeon. we are just slowwwwwly creating little tufts of feathers for eternity . yesterday , greg found a corner piece

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i have this awesome skincare routine called picking at my face till it bleeds. its great because it makes my skin way worse in every way and also it hurts

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well the eagle eats my liver every day around 3pm, but otherwise i can meet when it best suits your schedule!

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it’s fucking wild because one day you’re like i guess i’m not dying tragically young and you go to the store and you buy dental floss, ingredients for soup, and a bath mat

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i love when cats roll around all cutely and then they look up at you like ₍^. .^₎ umm hi did you notices how cute i just was? did u see?

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Original promotional art for Nosferatu (1922).

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more people would exercise if this culture didn't make it absolute hell

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and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.

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your daughter is a pleasure to have on the dashboard