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depressed. hopeless. passionless. been watching Jim Carrey movies for comfort.

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it really be the wackest humans staring you down because they can’t understand your swag

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i would look beautiful bleeding out

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spiritually consumed with all that is above and below

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angel dance

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in these modern days, everything feels like miscellaneous thoughts behind a paywall

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2008

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The Moon Thief, Norman Lindsay, 1925

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“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

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sometimes it’s best to say nothing at all

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I don’t want casual I want you to eat me alive

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there’s so much going on in the world, i feel so hopeless and useless. like the world is on fire and there’s nothing i can do but watch it burn.

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i love being able to feel the bones in my body it makes me feel more real

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Death consumes me. Death is all I can ever think about; sometimes, it’s all I can feel.

One day, I’ll be nothing but dirt. I hope I can give nutrients to this earth; while I’m alive, as well as while I’m dead.