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wanderlandjournal

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so many things to explore, so little energy... been returning to old medieval history and milton notes for lack of school to keep me occupied

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vintage clocks.

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a good breeze feels like forgiveness

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when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better

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how can i communicate to wild bunnies that i am their ally

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Behind every massive crash out is the realization that you just got your period

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girls love having their little digital archives

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would've started saving money in kindergarten if i knew my life was like this

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i do believe on some level that real love is ugly. i think we’ve convinced ourselves otherwise by ingesting highly filtered staged moments of other people’s relationships and telling ourselves that maybe we are too ugly for love. but real love — it’s waking up in the dead of morning with dried drool on your face, it’s bleeding in a bed that isn’t yours, it’s having a panic attack in the park and not knowing how to verbalize what you’re feeling, it’s not shaving + not apologizing, it’s crying because you need something you cannot name + much more — all while being held.