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do you ever hang out with someone else’s family and you’re like ooooh. so this is what it’s supposed to be like

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life is just like you embarrass the shit out of yourself and then you die

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i love it when you accidentally meet eyes with a stranger in public and you flash a quick polite smile and they look at you like they wish you were dead in a ditch

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god said let’s make a girl who will be heart achingly lonely in her bones and always feel like a stranger in this world who doesn’t belong in any room she’s in and always has one foot out the door

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—Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d 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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it’s insane how things continue to happen

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might start birdwatching or kill myself or something

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my favorite pastime is typing out a whole post and then saying “who cares” then deleting it

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it’s so cool that you can just imagine things. anything you want. all for free. anytime anywhere. and nobody ever gets to see it except for you. so cool

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girl help i am running out of concepts for my escapist imaginary scenarios

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love elizabeth s.

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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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Sylvia Plath