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mewzkil · 2 months
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Sip
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miniaturekeytar · 1 year
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THEY HATE MY SWAGLESS WHIMSY
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tomatomagica · 4 months
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do your stretches if you wanna be a cool cat
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batarangsoundsdumb · 8 months
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when it's 2 am and the drunk socialites are still on the dancefloor in the wayne manor
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Lucky 13, unlucky 13. No matter your superstitions, what is the 13th song on your spotify wrapped? 
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killingevie · 7 days
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MY FUCKING TEAM??? ON MAIN???? I will never move on from this, today I’ve won.
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The eyes. They never lie.
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menoftiktok · 2 months
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lemon-wedges · 1 year
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d-d-d-dance au?!?!?!?!
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certifiedeccentric · 28 days
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nobody wants to see sex in tv shows they want to see two people who obviously want to have sex be so goddamn weird about the fact that sex isn’t happening.
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corneliaavenue · 1 year
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reblog and put in the tags a lyric that absolutely cuts you. im so curious to see what makes everyone hurt
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awetistic-things · 6 months
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psychogirl87 · 6 months
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agustd3 · 10 months
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YOONJIN ˚♡˚ RUN BTS TV
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nalyra-dreaming · 5 months
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Rare photo of Sam Reid getting possessed by Lestat
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poems-of-madness · 29 days
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There are no fantasies of love, Only realities of me belly dancing, in my little kitchen. My body moving only for me, my hips know the hurt of my heart And I lose myself once again, The sun shines through my rose-colored drapes Turning my home into a Harem of love poetry and perfumes. I smoke a cigarette as I make the breakfast, And the whole world serenades me And love is nobody but myself. My hands in jewelry on my shape And I keep on dancing my hair getting longer my eyes getting greener. I eat my dessert in a beautiful dress on the balcony, And my solitude is pink sweeter than any gesture of Love. And they worry about my loneliness But if they saw me now They would fall in love with a woman that is utterly made out of soul and sensuality only for herself; Understanding that love is made of the solitude within the self.
- Pink Love by Royla Paula Rădița Asghar
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tomatomagica · 8 months
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