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I just reread old journal entries I posted on here from like 10 ish years ago. And I feel so grateful I took the time to write them. I feel connected to my old self. I feel a sense of grief though as if that version of me is dead. And I miss him
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When I set a boundary with someone but they don’t respect it, I’m just like
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is tumblr even still real???? i’ve taken probably a 2 year hiatus at this point.
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the gays waking up to listen to perfect illusion tonight
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