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🖐🏽

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Mmmm

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One day when we realize that our bones are made of the same dust as the planet’s, that our lungs are breathing the same air as the migrating birds, and that our blood is pumping because of the love and care of thousands. That’s when we’ll realize that we aren’t as broken as we think we are. We’re full of the world.

(via thegirlthatcriedwolf)

Yassss girl

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pigeon life

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Ryan Moses

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💓

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X

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Delicacy TENDS to be promoted to women more than men. where softness is accepted in women and not in men. where you are spoon fed to idealise the delicate female form: body and mind ^ (you know, more bones, less rolls) where female sexuality is tabooed (e.g masturbation) and being 'the good girl' gets you more brownie points. these imbedded, double standards are found in the heads of men and women. it's not a blame playing game. understand they tend to exist, accept that - if it's okay for one gender, it should be okay for another. -MB

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me dancing a wavy dance in the wavy wind

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Red Devils (Eddie) by Ludovic Billiard 

at Deborah Bowmann Studio

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10/10

Henry Jackson Newcomb

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yum

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