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nobody gets it. eyebags are charming and attractive. dark circles rule
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My 5 year plan .. being dope .. having fun .. chilling .. smiling
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why is being alive so… like this
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Lines are all blurred like someone erased them. The happy moments in life are not everlasting. I’ve lost the hang of it, now I truly feel like I see things in such a distorted way.  This winter is eating me alive. I’m blurring out words like I’ve been quiet for years. Always holding my breath, praying the floor won’t fall through. I wonder if my writing is any good and if I’ll ever find a partner who wouldn’t think I’m a menace to society or I’ll forever stay longing for something deeper than being in a casual relationship and them liking me enough to want my body, but never enough to marry me.  Time is an interesting concept, but the more I think about it the more depressed I get. I’m aging every single day and I kind of hate it, but I also would’ve hated it if I were to live forever. I guess it is human nature, never being satisfied. “It’s hard to be in a moment, I just feel like I’m designed to be slightly dissatisfied with everything. I’m always trying to better my situation, I satisfy one desire and it just agitates another.” This line from Before Sunset movie, it keeps playing in my head. I’m a detail oriented person and I’m quite obsessive, which is not something anyone strives to be. Lately I’ve been obsessed with the man I met at work couple months ago. I wonder if I even cross his mind after the workday is over. I think I genuinely like him and for me, unfortunately, it comes with the anxious feeling of him choosing somebody else over me, which is a trauma I endured from my past relationship. I wish he took the time to get to know me. Isn’t that the dream to find someone that exciting so you would want to know every single detail about them?
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That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.
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adult life might be full of pain and suffering but at least we dont have to do PE anymore
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roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool [insp. @cruellesummer's edits]
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Anyone else the dumbest bitch alive?
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Cute ...
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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
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Remember this *heart breaks into a million pieces*
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lock screens in the color of the bi flag <3
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Rumors fly through new skies
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I love writing songs because I love preserving memories, like putting a picture frame around a feeling you once had. I like to use nostalgia as inspiration when I’m writing songs for the same reason I like to take photographs. I like to be able to remember the extremely good and extremely bad times. (…) I want to remember the colour of the sweater, the temperature of the air, the creak of the floorboards, the time on the clock when your heart was stolen or shattered or healed or claimed forever. — For Taylor Swift, Pop Is Personal
HAPPY PRIDE 2021
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