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being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
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getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)
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Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 19, 1958)
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when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk
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i hope that someday there will be no more advertisements ever again
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“It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.”
— Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream
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the wrong people in this world are unlearning shame
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Indian blue peacock By: Linda Weltzman From: Pheasants of the World 1993
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hotel international by tracey emin, 1993, appliquéd quilt, 257 x 251 centimeters
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there are times in life where a girls just gotta watch a ghibli film
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