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ultimately the cheesecake factory menu fails to tell a queer narrative
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oh to be the person in someone’s heart shaped locket
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when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack
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born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory
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we love you and we'll keep your dream safe (gouache & digital)
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i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
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Emily Dickinson, from “No crowd that has occurred” (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
[Text ID: “August–Absorbed–Numb”]
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