same as it ever was

I’m so fucking sick of saying I’m sorry when I’m the one collapsed on the ground.

— (via asianafrolatina)

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(via dad-vibes)

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dailyholzer:

Light goes through branches to show two children born at once who
might live. The mother ran from every hazard until the babies eased
onto the leaves. With both hands she  brings them to her mouth, calling
them twice the usual answer to mortal questions. She is delightful and
milky so they will want to grow.

(via dailyholzer)

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slightlypretentious:

Bae aesthetics 

(via dad-vibes)

me at the club: hi do you have "Pinot Noir" by Titus Andromedon?

from Fever 103° by Sylvia Plath

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