Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed
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The Garden Inside her Heart
In the heart of an ancient kingdom, amidst lush landscapes and cascading waterfalls, lived an elegant and regal Korean woman named Ji-Min. She was a figure of unparalleled grace, draped in a flowing black dress that billowed like the night sky. Her allure was accentuated by cascades of brown hair that held an enchanting secret—within her, flowers bloomed, each delicate petal a testament to her…
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Reflections on Art: A Journey Through San Francisco MoMA in 4 Pieces
The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) stands as a beacon of artistic excellence in the Bay Area. As I eagerly anticipate the upcoming Yayoi Kusama exhibit in October, I am compelled to share my personal journey through one of my favorite places to visit. Join me as we explore four artworks that have left an indelible mark on my soul.
“Towards No Earthly Pole” (2019) by Julian…
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I wish I could eat dirt the way you do. Clamp it between my wisdom teeth, spit out the worms and turn the mulch into stone and gem and something. I wish I could make
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I will never be just your fantasy
I need to be known too badly
HottieDearest
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aren't you tired? you are constantly wavering, waiting, wishing. take responsibility for your life and let yourself be and experience your desire in your imagination. let yourself be the creator and stop giving power to the outside world. you are your only savior and your being or not being depends on you and only you.
there are no miracles, there is only being.
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The Keepers of the Flow
In a world marked by interstellar wonder, there lived a woman of ethereal beauty named Elara. She was haunted by a longing that transcended time and space, a desire to merge her existence with the one constant in her turbulent life—a waterfall that had been her steadfast companion since childhood.
Elara’s beauty was of a unique nature, a luminescence that seemed to emanate from the depths of her…
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Glowing dresses at Undercover SS24
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