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I always wonder if there are certain versions of myself that are immortalized in people’s memories the way there are versions of people I love and have loved immortalized very specifically in mine.

I wonder if I’m still 12 in my middle school best friends’ minds, they way they are in mine, running around the neighborhood in Hollister hoodies and Victoria’s Secret yoga pants past our curfews. Even though we all went to high school together, this is how I remember them.

My little sister is forever 7 or 8, full of life and spunk and sass, putting on dance performances in the living room, even though I just celebrated her nineteenth birthday with her last week.

My high school boyfriend is still that sweet, scrawny seventeen year old boy with braces and a warm smile, even though I still follow his mom on Facebook and see updated photos of him and his fiancé often.

I wonder how that boy from college that was an almost-lover remembers me now. Even though I can still look him up on Instagram, in my mind we’re always twenty-one, in a crowded bar on St. Patrick’s Day drinking sticky green beer. I wonder if I’m forever a picture of laughter and 2016 eyeliner, the way he’s flashes of intense brown eyes across the booth and messy hair and a crooked smile.

I wonder what age I’m frozen at for my mom, who in my mind is forever in her early forties and still happy and healthy. Gardening on August days until the sun goes down. Coming inside tan and smelling like roses.

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kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

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ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

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feeling like an insane leftist compared to people irl and like a right wing crackpot compared to everyone on here

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THESIS: the real reason that people stay on this hellsite is not “chronological order” or “the drama” or whatever (per se), but is instead linked to how tumblr, unlike most social media, is not optimised to give content as short of a half-life as possible, but instead is optimised to let content continue to cycle for months, years, even decades. this has in turn led to a more consistent centralised site “culture” in which there is more coherent linkage among different areas of the site, thus also explaining why its content permeates so thoroughly throughout the internet.

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‘full movie watch free online’ was in the early 21st century a kind of prayer

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seems loyalty runs in the family

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kitchen ghosts

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google maps walking directions should have an option that allows you to choose the loveliest path

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I Love What I Do And Im Only Doing It For My Own Delight

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autumn glimmers: the first sip of your first seasonal beverage. the first scatterings of crunchy leaves on the ground. spotting orange and red patches in the trees that begin to change. the gloomy gray days. the wind picking up. late summer thunderstorms. realizing the sun is setting so much sooner. the inexplicable change in air quality to crisp and clear that just doesn’t exist in the summer.

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Eric Reinheart | @ericreinheart