angelembodiment:
Oh god miss you on my lips
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astronaute:
*.。.☆゜・*:.。.☆**☆.。.:*・゜☆.。.* *. s u f f e r i n g .* *.。.☆゜・*:.。.☆**☆.。.:*・゜☆.。.*
*.。.☆゜・*:.。.☆**☆.。.:*・゜☆.。.*
*. s u f f e r i n g .*
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loversinthebodega:
EVERYTHING WILL FALL INTO PLACE
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mabylc:
me: not today, satan satan: you’ve been canceling our plans for weeks now. if it’s something i said, please just tell me
me: not today, satan
satan: you’ve been canceling our plans for weeks now. if it’s something i said, please just tell me
socotic:
you’re just a phase im going through
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nobrashfestivity:
Alma Thomas, Breeze Rustling Through Fall Flowers, Acrylic on Canvas, 58 7/8″ x 50″, 1968.
(via subtle)