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In case you wonder who Anna's favorite racer is... (sorry Gaz)
There are two ABJ post styles: Shitpost and Angst
Canon is decided by whatever the most entertaining
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maybe a mildly hot take but i think everyone should be well acquainted w rejection. my goal is to put myself in as many situations as possible, even w the knowledge in mind that it might end w me rejected in some form. bc not caring about that leads to so much growth, & the more exposed you are to something, the more desensitized you are to it. i wanna reach a point where i don’t give even the slightest fuck about rejection at ALL bc i know that it had nothing to do w me personally. things just don’t work out sometimes
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Google is it wrong to fuck your dead ex's BFF
is it homie hopping if he's in the grave
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He isn't you. None of them can be you.
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I want to tear up every page I squandered on you.
I want it all back; every month, week, day, hour, minute, second, giggle, tear, word, thought, dream that I wasted on you.
where once there were butterflies, now withered and dead, there is a pit so deep and so wide and so bottomless, I fear that nothing will ever fill it. its icy blackness is as greedy as the cold and covetous hands of Death himself; always hungry, never satisfied.
they take a piece of me every chance they get, and soon, I fear, there will be nothing left.
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You grew flowers inside of me & they died when you left
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You're just a warm body to hold.
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"I thought that I was dreamin' when you said you loved me."
Frank Ocean, Ivy
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Let go of the love that does not make you feel loved.
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November 16th already?
...Too much has happened. too much.
I failed my psych evaluation. Work is off the table. I'm not going back to Cali but there's a place elsewhere I know nobody would find me.
I'm so alone here. I have nothing and nobody and the one thing I did have I can't go through because I'm "at risk".
I thought this would be the only path for me. I don't know who I am without this. Without him.
Oh god I'm such an idiot. I'm such an idiot. I should've known. Everyone told me he was a piece of shit and I said "No, he's so good!"
He lied to me, and I believed him. Because I cared.
It's like there's...a hole in me where he was. I don't know if I loved him or who I thought he was. What even is the truth?
Laswell says no work while I'm like this. She calls me. Once a week. To make sure I haven't Kurt Cobain'd myself.
I ended up getting a job for processing development. It's the only time I ever leave my bed. Then I come straight home if I'm not shoved into therapy.
It's not that bad. I swear it's not.
My therapist says writing things down is good. I want to try writing more to process...everything.
Him especially.
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It's getting close to November, and I'm pretty sure I'll be home soon. Can't wait to share the rest of my Las Almas trip when I'm done! ♡
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if I have a daughter I hope she ends up as smart as the girls I work with and as stylish as Elle Woods
Same thing for a son I am not picky 💅🏻🌸💗💕
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"Anna you almost went to Harvard, why didn't you go to the airforce where everyone's so smart!??"
tbf the airforce recruiters office was empty BUT there was an army one open that saw me peeking inside so-
I should call my recruiter and buy him a beer- then smash it over his head lol
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