do your stretches if you wanna be a cool cat
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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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MY FUCKING TEAM??? ON MAIN???? I will never move on from this, today I’ve won.
The eyes. They never lie.
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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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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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Rare photo of Sam Reid getting possessed by Lestat
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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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