blueline-bebop
blueline-bebop
Blueline Bebop
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blueline-bebop · 2 days ago
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“Be careful when you do too much for people, they start loving your hand and not your heart.”
— African Proverb
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blueline-bebop · 2 days ago
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long term relationships really come with alot of forgiveness .. don’t think u bouta have 3+ perfect years with someone. we all have flaws & toxic traits so find someone u can grow & become better with.
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blueline-bebop · 2 days ago
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embarrassment has good bones
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blueline-bebop · 2 days ago
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If...
If your lips taste like the finest wine, I'd willingly be drunk all the time If your laughter brings joy divine - Please, never let it cease, let it shine
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blueline-bebop · 2 days ago
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blueline-bebop · 11 days ago
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blueline-bebop · 11 days ago
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Australia’s version of the onion has just character assassinated all you gays
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blueline-bebop · 11 days ago
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Ideas are cooking for my pride outfit.
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blueline-bebop · 12 days ago
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blueline-bebop · 12 days ago
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Sunset at Monterey DLI school circa. Mid 2020.
Zero dark thirty hours at some air force base by twenty nine palms circa. End of Sept 2020.
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blueline-bebop · 12 days ago
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blueline-bebop · 26 days ago
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“Breathe. This is just a chapter. Not the whole story.”
— Unknown
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blueline-bebop · 26 days ago
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Age is the killer of imagination
I feel the grim reaper
Murdering my creativity
Day by day
Inhale by exhale
Wrinkled amber hands gravitate my feet
Onto grandma earth’s withering stump
But my head remains lost in the gray mountains in the sky
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