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JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT BY ANDY WARHOL, 1985.
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no shade but i can tell your trinkets and knick-knacks werent even collected organically over time bro 😂😂
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i hate asparagus. does this mean i'll never grow up?
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a month into being 18 and i've never felt more 14 in my life
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guy who has never been over anything voice yeah i'm over it
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beautiful beautiful beer on an empty stomach i love you
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i'm finally at a low enough point that i can watch twin peaks
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if tumblr shuts down we should all develop car crash fetishes and form an underground community that reenacts famous car crashes for sexual pleasure
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I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken
I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I knew you were taken
I wrote "Beach Fagz"—well it wasn't about you
But it could've been—well, no, it couldn't have
I spent a week in Ocean City
And came back to find you were gone
I spent a week in Illinois
And came back to find you were still gone
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