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mikus insp by this figure that has taken over my brain

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i ate chef boyardee and began to cry bro that shit was so bad… i had noodles i could have eaten those

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this is so fucked up bc this is ME. i searched my tik tok name and found this wtf. (my tik tok is private now bc i got so much hate on a top surgery vid lol) but what HAUNTS me about this video is that 1- i splled abuela wrong like an idiot and 2- what is my OUTFIT.

anyway my abuela STILL doesn’t know who i am, so she just calls me joven most of the time (which means young man)

also yes i DID go through all the notes and tags on this video and read ALL of them. i also read every single comment on my tik tok vids. anyway dont become internet famous if youre lgbt, kids. people will be VICIOUS to you. but everyone who was sweet to me? i love you!!!! you sincerely warm my heart.

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Just started a rewatch and this is so beautiful and fitting I had to catradora it :p

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salami sandwich

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nah. fuck you *throws awful ingredients into your stock and ruins your soup beyond repair*

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Tasmanian Tiger Thylacinus cynocephalus Source: Here

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Kate Bush performing “Running up that Hill”, Peter’s Pop Show, Germany 1985 | Photo by ZIK Images/United Archives via Getty Images

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this is sending me into another dimension

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Metamórfica | Al Mefer

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I like listening to ppl talk so i can see whats normal and whats not normal

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One thing I love about being a writer is being able to go back through a piece of text and remember everything associated with it. 

Here, the scene you wrote at 3am, barely holding your head up, but fingers frantic to slam words on the keyboard.

There, a cheesy paragraph inspired by your own feelings of joy and wonder at the world. Something so sweet that you had to wiggle in your seat at the very thought.

Over here, the bit you were working on forever, because you couldn’t get the words right. You wanted to escape, but still forged on through the mess until you reached the end.

A story might be a story in itself, but it also contains ghostly records of all the actions and emotions around it, things the reader will never see, but the writer will never forget.