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sometimes all i want to do is smoke a fucking cigarette and feel my chest cave in while staring at nothing until my eyes bleed and other times i want to wear my cute skirt and cute hair bow and giggle meaninglessly

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sometimes i think about how there has always been this dream version of me in my head who knows how to play the piano and can sing in key and charts stars by herself (and w her loved ones too) and reads so many books and studies diligently every day and is top of every academic pursuit and has all these skill-based creative outlets she nourishes constantly and does not have to compromise any of them for the other bc she knows how to budget her time and is not afraid of failure and does not let petty distractions like phone time get in her way. and i'm like oh. i want that really bad. like that truly eclipses everything else in my life

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this is barely anything. needed to get it out.

"Abbey" by Mitski // tumblr user inkskinned

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do it scared do it stupid do it badly whatever it is that's worth doing, that's worth anything at all, we do it. be it scared be it stupid be it badly. the sincerity remains the same.

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if i think about this too much i will sob my heart out

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Im backkk

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restful dream 

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The tragedy of girls and their best friends from childhood.

It's never throwing away that bracelet she gave you. It's much too small for you now but to bin it would be a betrayal to what it meant.

It's remembering how time felt like it wouldn't move in childhood. It's remembering how you and her felt like forever. The bounce of the trampoline, the pleats in the hair, the wind in your face while you played. You could swear you were still with her.

It's the sleepovers, the long nights making dances, staying up late for the first time. It's holding in your laughter, so her parents don't hear. It's the 'she told me not to tell anyone but, of course, l'm going to tell you'.

It's knowing her better than you know yourself. It's wanting to see each other as much as you can. It's the melding together, the struggle to tell where you begin, and she ends.

It's the first type of love you know.

It's aging and moving away. It's going to the same school but drifting away. It's trying to stay in contact, but no one has the time now. It's realising she's went out with friends without asking if you wanted to go.

It's the ache you feel whenever her photo appears on Instagram. It's the brief conversations you have with her on the streets, with the promises of catching up one day. It's watching time move more rapid and realising you haven't spoke to each other in five years.

It’s knowing she knew you in a way no one ever could. Mourning for the loss of what it meant to be known briefly.

It's the first type of heartbreak you know.

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When a story starts with the worst thing that could possibly happen so that the rest of it can be dedicated to the messy uphill battle to recovery? That's the good shit. 10/10 beautiful incredible spectacular I love to see it every time

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me. me when a poem says something ive felt before

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STARING AT UNFAMILIAR CEILINGS AND I SHOULD LEAVE CAUSE EVERYBODY HERE IS TRIPPING SOME NEW DRUG EXCEPT FOR ME… CAUSE I DON’T HAVE THE MONEY.

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Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.

She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!

And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.

She was like… what do you write?

I was like… fanfiction.

And she was like girl…

ME TOO!

I asked where she posts her writing.

She whispered “Ao3.”

Girl…

ME TOO.

The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.

The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.