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anatidephobia · 2 months
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I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.
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anatidephobia · 3 months
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gays are like: i go to the art museum. i look at a painting. i contemplate the irreconcilable loneliness at the very core of my existence. i look at another painting.
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anatidephobia · 3 months
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born to be a henry winter forced to be a richard papen
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anatidephobia · 4 months
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anatidephobia · 6 months
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do you think henry ever stayed up late unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling in his room thinking about the fact that he had killed two people and didn't hate it. thinking about the fact he might go on to kill more people just for the thrill of it; that if he killed himself he might just be saving the world from another serial killer, and how nice it would be to die the saint and not the sinner
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anatidephobia · 6 months
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I'm written by Donna Tartt. Not in the way that I'm ethereal and smart and well-read. But in the way that I will do anything to be perceived well by a bunch of pretentious people. In the way I never feel smart enough, worldly enough, or that I'll ever fit in, but I'll pretend that I do to a fault. In the way that despite it all, I still have a god complex regarding my intellect
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anatidephobia · 7 months
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more of an idea of a person rather than an actual one
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anatidephobia · 7 months
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oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society
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anatidephobia · 7 months
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anatidephobia · 7 months
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still can't get over the fact that i lost my tsh book :(
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anatidephobia · 7 months
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Completely sober in the club googling worst medieval executions
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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same bro, same
"I shall move somewhere into the woods and try to improve myself."
1914, Franz Kafka
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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i need this, this is much more dramatic than a thermos
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1920′s Traveling tea case. From America in the 1920′s, FB.
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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"you got snap or insta?" i have a rope i can hang myself with
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anatidephobia · 8 months
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(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)
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