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#soft

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#soft

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𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

ig: netto_comdoistes

#vaporwave

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on a father the front bottoms, "father" // alice munro, "face" // chen chen, "when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities" // thomas müller, "i think about your death all the time" // sam fender, "seventeen going under" // the lumineers, "leader of the landslide" // ocean vuong, "someday i'll love" // ajj, "daddy" // cecilia corrigan, "let your father die energy drink"

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but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

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over and over, by me

i was having thoughts so i made a poem about them

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp106keqCMX/

#interior #bright

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this body is not a home

jody chan sick (via @geryone) \ edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities) \ joan didion on self-respect (via @girlfictions) \ dion palinckx (2019) \ james tate selected poems (via @heartshop) \ @artofbrianluong​ \ olivia laing the lonely city (via @soracities​) \ edvard munch self-portrait in hell

shout me a chai latte

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i would leave me if i could, halsey // @con-ti // fallen, federico ferro // unpainted door, louise glück // less of a stranger, julia jacklin // thumbs, lucy dacus // the autobiography of my mother, jamaica kincaid // smoke signals (1998), chris eyre // the sun is also a star, nicola yoon

mark and ashe winters, on fatherhood and losing it

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90s aesthetic photography by kazzycom

#y2k

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a lovely distraction (art by @cybervoidgirl on Twitter)

#vaporwave

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#vaporwave #techart

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Photography: Lisa Cohen | Styling: Bree Leech & Heather Nette King

#memphis #interior #bright

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I am not immune to little items. if there's a thingy I need it. 1million knick knacks.

#maximalist

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Reject this if you don't want to do this but webweaving request: the mutual hatred between controlling fathers and headstrong daughters?

@lake-lady \\ teague smith another tequila sunrise \\ key ballah on fathers \\ @apollomusing \\ lina migic all i taught her \\ simone de beauvoir the destroyed woman \\ rashid johnson \\ molly mccully brown places i've taken my body: "what we are" \\ chen chen summer

kofi

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it lingers for your whole life by katie maria (heavensghost on tumblr) // origin story by desireé dallagiacomo // art by becca stadtlander // seven - taylor swift // jasmine R, untitled // cut by catherine lacey // woodtangle by mary reufle // cardigan - taylor swift // mouthful of forevers by clementine von radics

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Like Father, Like Daughter

When I look into the cracked mirror, I see the remnants of you. I hate how my nose is exactly like yours. I hope I can get it fixed one day. Your sister once said I had your eyes. You don't know how much I wished I could gouge them out. But you don't exist only on my face. I can feel it in my bones, and oh, they're too heavy for a girl. I hear it in my voice, and I speak as if I'm you. I run away from my problems, just like how you did years ago. Sometimes, I pretend they don't exist. You knew how to do that so well. Who was it that said that I was too loud? Did they not know it was the only way we communicated? Each time I stand in front of this mirror, I realize that I've become terribly lonely. My father never knew how to love, and I, who always messes up, know that too well. And I hate it, I truly hate it. I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I repeat. But like father, like daughter goes the proverb… right?

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