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We lost a great man, a hero. We will never forget what you did for us Mandela RIP #RIP #mandela #Love #family #lost #country #Africa #hero #photos #memories ಥ_ಥ

ITS THIS MAN RIGHT HERE

BRUH AWOOGA PLS HE SO FINE ISTG. SORRY NOT SORRY. STEP ON ME PLS

Mitten who tf is that...

I don’t really have anywhere else I can confess this and I feel bad because I’m going to therapy but I’m still so goddamn sad. But what I wanna say is that I fucking hate who I am, I feel like my friends could easily move on if I died. And it’s got a lot to do with the fact that they don’t ever message them first. SB is being so off with me and it’s fucking hurtful because we were like closer than family and I don’t know what I did wrong. If I didn’t message my friends first they likely wouldn’t message me of their own volition, the only one I think who really puts in the same effort as me is Hakuna, she’s literally the only one who puts in effort to message me first and care. I know that my friends are adults and that they do care for me and they’re busy with their lives, but I can’t remember the last time someone (one of my friends) messaged me first or asked if I was okay or told me they loved me or that things would be okay. I’m such a pathetic mess and I hate who I’ve become. I used to have such a spark in myself, I was happy and bubbly both inside and out. Now I’m just bubbly outside and a fucking broken, ugly, disgusting mess on the inside. I’m not posting this to gain sympathy or attention or whatever the fuck, I’m posting this so that if I’m alive in a year I can look back and laugh at how low my life was and be thankful that it got better. Please please get better I can’t live like this anymore I’m fucking tired.

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Hey people (:

feather wings shawl commission! 🪶 🪶 🪶

i have been working on this project on-and-off since May. finally finished, and i’m so proud of how it turned out!

another beautiful pattern by Crafty Intentions!

Sante D’Orazio - Naomi Campbell & Stephanie Seymour (Vogue UK 1990)

when I met Joseph I gave him flowers and he said ‘thank you so much, baby’ whilst maintaining the most intense eye contact ever

I’ve never recovered

from everything i've heard, he loves him some eye contact and that is terrifying to me bc i hate making eye contact with people oof

but if he EVER called me baby. oh my god. i would lose it. go crazy go stupid go feral