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Our Mother Was Not Amused When She Heard My Brother Screaming, Unknown Photographer

#thats me on the clothesline losing my religion #youngest sibling mood

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#dolly parton

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this is my love language

#food 🤝🏻 love

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images that are the same

#m*a*s*h

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Palm Springs (2020) dir. Max Barbabow

#palm springs #movies

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You haven’t the faintest idea how terrific I am!  For your information, I happen to have a fantastic sense of humor, a bubbly personality, and I am warm and sensitive like you wouldn’t believe!  I also sing and play the guitar, and I’m learning to tap dance! And on top of all that, I happen to be cute as hell!

#when she 💓💘💕💞 #nurse kellye #m*a*s*h

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growing up when you had sleepovers did you guys share a bed with your friends or did you banish them to sleep alone in another bed/room cause i remember my freshman year of college my friend was coming to sleepover and my roommate was like ???? where on earth are they going to sleep and i was like my guy in my bed hello??

#4 people or less we shared the bed #more than 4 people we all made a big spread of blankets and pillows on the floor and shared that #missing my best friend hours

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A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara + friendship

#words #missing my best friend hours

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The Evening Sun, Baltimore, Maryland, October 1, 1913

#animals #me if i were someone's wife

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the key to mash being both an iliad and an odyssey is that from hawkeyes pov it’s an iliad from bjs pov it’s an odyssey

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okay this is the funniest cake someone has asked from me

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My hands wanted to touch your hands / because we had hands, wrote Frank Bidart.

He wrote about his hand with his own hands—: it’s a mise en abyme.

To have a lover’s hands within our own hands, to become those other hands as those other hands are becoming you, is to be between two mirrors, is to be placed into the abyss of touch.

                                      The infinity of her hand.

— Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods

#poetry #hands

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every time i think, i take 10 damage

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there really is nothing more delicious than hot coffee and a simple breakfast prepared for you by your friend

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#m*a*s*h