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A new Tumblr, devoted to the GIFs that move me.

The shame of buying a pack, and the way my body betrays me by feeling better the moment I decide to do it.

A woman on a train, and the stories I tell myself about her.

Kipling’s “If—” — a poem I needed to be reminded of just now.

A woman on the subway, covered from chin to ankle, and the Aerie bag in her lap.

Apparently, I can’t resist a half-pack of cigarettes left lying around.

Envy, for me, is less a sin than a barometer.

I like to watch you touch yourself.

Sometimes the answer is simpler than you’d think.

The many meanings of “please.”