faucade
faucade
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love ends and we perish. love ends and we lose ourselves in the fire.
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faucade 9 days ago
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i don鈥檛 think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you鈥檇 become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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faucade 17 days ago
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very very evil to be a child in 2008 and an adult in 2025
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faucade 25 days ago
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im going to explode in the kiln
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faucade 25 days ago
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Can鈥檛 you come back
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faucade 25 days ago
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shirt that says my childhood drags behind me like a dead body
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faucade 26 days ago
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i will never get over the way time and the environment behaved so differently when i was a kid. a saturday afternoon felt so vast and long. i could get absorbed into the colours and atmosphere of a tv show. even the food was better. even the air
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faucade 1 month ago
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from Autopsy by Donte Collins
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faucade 1 month ago
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be careful with what series you watch/read during emotional points in your life because they will forever contain a ghost of your past self within it now
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faucade 2 months ago
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uh oh i miss something i can鈥檛 name again. i want to go home to something that doesn鈥檛 exist again. does anyone have a gun
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faucade 2 months ago
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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
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faucade 2 months ago
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faucade 3 months ago
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actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i鈥檝e been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn鈥檛 i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i鈥檓 closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can鈥檛 talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.
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faucade 3 months ago
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Katherine May, from Wintering: How I learned to Flourish when Life became Frozen聽
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faucade 3 months ago
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i love things that come in glass jars because once its over the glass jar is mine
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faucade 3 months ago
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Dig, Bryan Borland
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faucade 3 months ago
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in this house we do grandma activities
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faucade 3 months ago
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