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what does the sun taste like?

of honeydew, woods, and lemongrass dust in the sweet-scented surface of bright, new spring, or of children's laughter echoing the meadow, covered in flowers the season brings? is it of the words shared by two long lovers on top of a cliff as sunlight ends, or of the whispers, songs, laughter, and poems of poignant, trustful, reveling friends?

o, but what joy! the sun must be at large; to witness the eventful, spontaneous scene of mankind living with love, hope, and glee- the unnoticed giant beholds every single memory.

d.r

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Deerfield Beach, FL Pt. 3

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Tips on dating her:

She likes horror movies a lot but she’s scared almost as easily as a house lizard on a wall. She likes authentic Japanese and Korean food because, according to her, cheap ones try hard to imitate. Warning: Anime is key ─ she’ll turn you into an instant weeb so before she does, go watch Tokyo Ghoul or something. She’s an artist, so you have that going for you. She’ll turn you into the anime version of yourself on paper. She says edi wow, lol, and geh a lot, and know that it will make you doubt her but trust her nalang. Trust everything she says, because that’s what you do when you love someone, right? Keep on falling in love with her and don’t stop.

Most of all, don’t treat her like shit like I did ─ assure her to keep her insecurities away because those are her biggest enemies. Have a lot of patience. Dance with her. Take her to the beach. Lie down on the grass beside each other. Kiss her forehead regularly (and head rubs ─ she likes them a lot). Watch anime with her. Treat her like the princess she is and she’ll make you feel like the luckiest person alive because when you have her by your side, you definitely fucking are.

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it was a sunny afternoon when i was walking, mindlessly wandering across the streets, along the crowd, like how a rock disturbs the flow of a river. i saw you─ the familiar gleam on the surface of your face, the familiar edges of your shoulder blades, your abundant flaws etched beautifully upon your skin, the familiar melody of your voice and grin. you are familiar to me. too familiar; a curse i will be accustomed to eternally like the taste of blood in my dry mouth; too familiar to me like the stories we told, each word hanging in the air. too familiar to me like the veins protruding through the skin of my neck as anger flows out of my mouth. and i know that these remain familiar to you, too. even if you don't speak as our eyes meet at that busy street, i know that you remember us and the feel of my calloused hands on your gentle skin. i know that you remember the kiss on the sidecar we never saw coming. i know that as your eyes passed mine at that goddamn street, you remember each and every word we shared at midnight on our beds as we bathe in each others' lives. we didn't look away yet, though. our minds walked towards each other, each step careful and watchful as if frightened of the thought that one might trip and fall for the other again. we smile─ not at each other, but at the words left in the air, at the kisses we shared, at the tales we've told, at the midnight conversations we'll someday forget. at the last moment, the gleam on your face appears; we smile at each other and at our present lives as we look away, heading for our lives we never never talked about.

midnight conversations by dexter ramirez

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Aw, this is cute.

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so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.

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“Thinker of Tender Thoughts” by Brandon Stanciell.

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Arthur Rackham’s The True Sweetheart // Florence Welch in Luisa Beccaria.

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ahh I miss ny

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Me being happy and pins from my pen pal!

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ig: 300moons

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FLOOF BOOF doubles as a cozy pillow and a smiling kissy monster

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