when you least expect opportunity walks through the door and you suddenly connect with the thing that you f o r g o t that you were looking for. you're having a kick-ass time and being who you wanted to be in this world. YOU'RE that little girl with her wings unfurled, 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.kim. twenty. she/hers
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i’m The Bitch that checks her grades in the club
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when i was a baby i thought big words and oxford commas and kcup coffee machines make u smart. you know what makes you smart? loving ur friends.
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WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN : // a used up bullet casing // the aftermath of something lethal // an echo of inflicted evil
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TRANSIENCE
[noun]
the state or quality of being transient; lasting for a short time; temporary; ephemeral; not lasting, not enduring; impermanent.
Etymology: from Latin transiēns - going over, from transīre - to pass over.
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skin color ref because some of yall non-black poc and whites keep fucking up as if yall don’t know there’s other shades of brown when u racebend for woke points or something
(non-black artists please reblog)
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“I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.”
— The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson (via wnq-movies)
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someone: hey are you interested in the paranorm-
me, standing up so fast i knock over a table: the first ever recorded sighting of mothman was in west virginia, november 12th, 1966, seen by five men who were digging a grave in a cemetary near clenedin, he was seen again only two days later wh
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I say no worries a lot for someone who worries 101% of the time
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hello i just finished my first week of night shifts as a stage carpenter and i am Tired
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“You’re pretending like everything is okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb. Like, it’s great, like we’re in love and we’re partying. Yeah let’s party, huh? Party, we’re partying. This is bullshit.”
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Harry for The Face Magazine, photographed by Collier Schorr
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I love how the romantics were unable to tell if they were feverish or experiencing an (1) emotion.
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