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Salt flats of Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night

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Looks like I’m coming to Ventura

Oh? Who is this?

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Also same

when you crave the feeling of making love with someone… ugh

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When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices Echoes she heard even in her sleep: “Whatever you say, it is not right.” “Whatever you do, it is not enough.” “Your kindness is fake.” “Your pain is manipulative.”

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Skulls and dried flowers.

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My wife and I were cooking dinner together and when we sat down to eat she said, “You know what I like about you?” and so I obviously asked her what and she was like “With you, every night feels like Friday,” and it was so fucking cute. Why is she so nice to me.