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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ


if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
Acquired Stardust
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sheepfilms

Love Begins

Kaledo Art
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON

Discoholic 🪩

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HWY: An American Pastoral (1969)
Jim Morrison
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Orson Welles in The Stranger (1946) dir. Orson Welles
“We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.”
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~There was unwritten poetry growing abundant in the chaotic patterns of smoke drifting from his parched lips. A sweet violence lingered in their dark wake. Anger, passion….regret for words never spoken…. as that wall surrounding him stacked its heavy bricks yet another level higher….~
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