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it dont even feel like june it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time

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I’m just going to leave this video of Sharon giving Alaska a blow job here

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in response to the discourse about the girls picking each other up: rosie and her twinks xo

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I miss that!

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sometimes i wish i was up in the clouds

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//i will never be happy - 1.20.18//

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‘The Basketball Diaries’, Scott Kalvert (1995) You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance.

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First, it’s a Saturday night thing when you feel cool like a gangster or a rockstar- just something to kill the boredom, you know? They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good, you start doing it on Tuesdays… then Thursdays… then it’s got you. Every wise ass punk on the block says it won’t happen to them, but it does.” - The Basketball Diaries (1995)