lockbottom:

cuidesac:

I would kill to be your clothes, cling to your body and hang from your bones

Holy shit I love this

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Audrey Horne | Twin Peaks

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ifpaintingscouldtext:

Eva Gonzales | Woman Awakening | 1876

ifpaintingscouldtext:

Eva Gonzales | Woman Awakening | 1876

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xeno

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

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"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity."

~ Edvard Munch (via conflictingheart)

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fuckyeahsexanddrugs:

hayman3030:

PIXIES

Velouria

Bossanova (1990)

my favorite song

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"And may your bones
sing, no longer with pain, but with roses."

— Moira Egan, “Vespers” (via petrichour)

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thisisteariffic:

I’m having a raw gems moment. Oh me oh my.

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nogginvoice:

executive-privilege:

awwww-cute:

It looks so soft

I legit can’t tell if this is a bear or a dog BUT I WANT IT

Bear dog. I want it.

nogginvoice:

executive-privilege:

awwww-cute:

It looks so soft

I legit can’t tell if this is a bear or a dog BUT I WANT IT

Bear dog. I want it.

(via flowerveined)

You’re one of us now.

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