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abandoned sbarros - times square

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Mushroom House, Toronoto, Katie Bethune-Leaman

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de chirico painting made for a magazine competition i found in a weird pdf but cant find anywhere else. he suffered from extreme migraines

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stickers designed by me ♡

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I have a sick need for dominance in my life. I lie, cheat, steal, all because I can get away with it. I have no real moral compass and I don't care who I hurt. I know things will eventually come back to bite me but to be honest, most of the time it does not. Most of the time I get away with it. And that adds to my need for dominance. It is rare that I care about someone other than myself and I deserve all the bad that comes to me. I just need power, no matter what the cost.

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it’s happening to everybody

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Carl Bucher - Landing 57 (oil on wood), 1967

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Isabelle Young. Ocean Space. October 2021

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Photo of the exact moment last night where I was posing ass out in front of this graffiti and then a man yelled “NOT BIG ENOUGH” and I turned around

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www.instagram.com/p/DAHF2KfyxgI/?img_index=1

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I feel a certain hunger in the moments of intimacy I may share. I love the not knowing but more than that I love the touch. It used to be the lips that turned me on but now it's the teeth and tongue. It's having my open mouth on someone else's open mouth and sharing breath. I love feeling your hair wrapped around my fingers. I want to grab it and pull it and smell it. I need to touch your face with my face or my hand and feel your softness and your smile. I love the way you melt in my hand and submit. And when my hand moves to your neck you accept it and you like it. And I lust to touch your hips and lower back and thighs. I can feel your bones and I feel close to you. But it was your hands and your arms that made me feel safe. Your warmth surrounded me on a cold rainy night and I felt like that was where I was meant to be in that moment. And in that moment I could've sworn that I loved you and I think you loved me too. Our whole life together flashed before us and we both had visions of what our future was and it was beautiful. What do they call that? How can I see my life with you and hardly know you at the same time? You told me you wanted to be with me and I said no because well, I can't. In this moment I wish I could, but I can't. But I feel you pulling away from me because I can't give you what you want and that hurts. I know it's my fault but it hurts just the same. All I want is to touch you and be close to you again because I liked when you loved me and I don't think you do anymore. I liked when I loved you too but now I'm scared of you and what you will do to me. I'm sorry it had to happen this way. I'll miss your touch for a long time.

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people try to make twin peaks into this complicated puzzle one needs to decode because they're afraid of the very simple core idea of the evil of men as expressed through sexual abuse within the family

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