fashiondisastercecil:

okay but hear me out here

*clears throat*

canon, healthy, non-sexualised lesbians who don’t die

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Gustav KlimtFischblut 1898
hippie-galaxy:

mim-akh:

forties-fifties-sixties-love:

1969

the only thing that’s changed since then is the quality of photos

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llieo:

holy fuck we have our windows open and we heard a blood curling scream so naturally I went to look out the window because wow is someone getting stabbed?? and it is just my neighbour on his knees staring at a KFC chicken bucket spilt all over his driveway

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changez-:

This is so real it makes me cry.




Tell me, is there a name more fitting for the way I could feel your presence even after you’ve left the room? Or the way minutes disguise themselves as hours when we part ways? Because trust me, I’ve tried. And although I’ve tried to love you modestly and cautiously, it was inevitable that I would be falling for you recklessly and hopelessly. So, whatever it may be have been, the truth remains – I have never loved the way I love you. Connotativewords | jl | And I cannot wait to see you again (via connotativewords)
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