gay-lee

It’s literally all I want.

ibuprofengirl

stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal

ibuprofengirl

ok stories where the past is an itch you keep absentmindedly scratching and wonder why the burning is getting worse

ibuprofengirl

all i’m saying is: the past is a bodily sensation

Follow for the same picture of a rock every day

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Simone and Garfunkel today

Adoration of the Shepherds, 1617 by Gerrit van Honthorst

(1617, Öl auf Leinwand)

me: I can work with the blinds open, having natural light in here will help my mental health and keep me active enough for work.
the sun: lmao. lol. Wrong.

Beam attack.

cuuno

Little boy standing in the stroller just looked around the crowded coffee shop, pointed at me and asked his mom "What's HIS name" and his mom said "I don't know!" and he asked me "What's YOUR name" and I called back "I'm Al" across the whole coffee shop and he went "HI AL!"

cuuno

As we were leaving like three people called out "Bye Al!" I've decided I love humanity.

Aisha

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