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So I'm doing a new tumblr (starting fresh). Just to cleanse all the negativity I associate with this account including my mistakes due to my mental illness. So if you know me really well, in irl, or just r e a l l y want to follow me still for some reason, message me and I'll send over the url. The new blog will still be fandomy but probably also aesthetic and writing stuff and trans stuff (as I want to connect better with the community because it may help my mental health a bit). So goodbye for now and sorry for all my errors and rants. Clean slate, clean mind. I need some positivity somewhere.

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This is the most accurate tweet of all time.

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i get so excited when i can’t remember the name of someone i knew in high school it’s like i’m one step closer to being fully cleansed

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“they’re your family you have to love them”

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Eliza, Alex and John

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Dad: What are you doing? Me: I’m reading about Alexander Hamilton Dad: Okay cool Me: *uh oh, but little does he know*

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i hate writing historical fic because every five sentences you’re googling random shit like “when did billiards become popular in america” & i’ll have you know it was the 1820s

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You know, yes, the letters Hamilton wrote to Eliza are adorable, hilarious, no chill, etc.

But you want to talk about someone with abandonment issues, look no further than Alexander Hamilton.

This is why how he writes to John and Eliza is so important. Why you can mark who he loves by that desperation, that neediness he has to KNOW they love him, to KNOW they won’t leave him, to KNOW they haven’t forgotten him.

Yes, it’s funny. Yes, it’s deeply sad. Don’t be fooled by the bluster in how he writes to say Kitty Livingston and believe Hamilton is bought by passion.

Remember he’s a boy whose father left him and whose mother died, with wounds so deep that his survival is a near miracle. Remember how he clung to any attention his father showed him, near begging his dad just to love him. And remember how scared he must have been that anyone he loved would leave him too.

And remember how self-destructive that can make you.

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you’ve heard of “here come dat boi,” now get ready for

there dat boi go

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hermione and luna!

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me: *texting my mom that i love her and that i hope she has a great day*

some middle aged artist across the street: *sees that i'm on my phone and creates a whole art piece about how cell phones are sucking the souls out of people and are the root of all evil*

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No human being is illegal.

Elie Wiesel, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1986, author of Night, and survivor of the Auschwitz, Buna, and Buchenwald concentration camps. (via caitrionabalfe)

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By the time she was two, Matilda had learned what most people learn in their early thirties: how to take care of herself.

Matilda | 1996 | dir. Danny DeVito