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Athens ♥ ♥
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witnessing young girls trying to mature too fast knowing i cant save them all
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by Anna Debska
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t shirt that says Niche microblogging influencer who has kind of fallen off recently
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in a situationship w God
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godsopenwound · 2 hours
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time is moving so fast and being alive on this earth is so scary and im not even in love. whatever. *watches another movie*
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JENNIFER COOLIDGE & JENNIFER TILLY The 14th Annual GLAAD Media Awards – Los Angeles – April 26, 2003
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godsopenwound · 2 hours
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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
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knuckle tattoos that say ANTI GONE
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Bringer of Light by Alexey Egorov
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Don't forget to sexualize the grotesque and romanticize the horrific today!
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Darkness and light, light and shadow.
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Ann Carrington, Muntjac Mixed media including antler and bone handled knives
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MADS MIKKELSEN and EVAN RACHEL WOOD in The Necessary Death of Charlie Countryman (2013)
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godsopenwound · 5 hours
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My father was for the longest time a plastic smile locked under the bed. Before that, he was whatever came out of my mother’s mouth. He was I’ll tell you when you’re older. He was winding smoke, a secret name. That fucking Turk. He was foreign word, distant country. I gave myself up to her hands which also fathered; they shaped me into flinch. Into hesitant crouch, expectant bruise. Into locked door, CIA black site- my body unknown and denied to any but the basest men. I said beat my father into me please, but he couldn’t be found. And when he was, I wished he remained lost. He blamed himself for the men I want.
- Omar Sakr, to be a son.
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"The Kiss", a 12,000-year-old rock painting at Pedra Furada in Brazil
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