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but if i don’t hyperfixate i’ll get depressed and die
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what? how much do i love you?
how much sand is on the beach? a gotdamn lot right? how all that sand get on beaches? what is sand forreal like its clean dirt forreal. wtf is a beach too this shit wild to think about. baby where you going
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Someone: did you go to class today?
Me: I was physically present in the room.
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me talking about my mental illness in front of my therapist: … i ,,, might have? some sadness… somewhere in me… but it’s? not bad… i’m just whiny… i don’t know i just… never sleep and … me in front of complete strangers: move greg i have depression and i want the pasta it’s an emergency
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hozier songs are like *blows kiss to the forest* that's for my baby *throws molotov cocktail at car* AND THAT'S FOR THE REVOLUTION
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ladies do we care? do we care anymore ladies,?? do we care? ladies do we? do we care anymore ladies???? ladies do we caree??? do we?????
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Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West, 22 August 1927
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What do you think of girls with glasses??
i’m glad they can see
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being on tumblr is literally just straight up vibing. no one knows who you are. no one knows what you look like. just vibes.
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i hate this pic bc everyone is staring @ zayn but zayn is only looking at liam
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So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”
I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
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