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Yooo I saw you at aalto last night

ew i hate that bar but the happy hour is so tight

wouldnt be able to see u even if i wanted to like wtf where are the lights up in there!!!!

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His name is Grant Chisholm he owns an antique shop in SE Portland called Grant Michael Industrial Antiques if ur in Portland we need to boycott his ass! Spread the word! He used to come into a fuckin juice bar I worked at a couple years ago fuck this guy

Good morning all!!!

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Emily and I are in LA at Maxton's apartment eating dominos

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I love u

you open your arms wide i know it’s a dream you glow so much brighter than before can’t open my eyes will you hold my hand? my hand will you hold my hand?

drunken dreams won’t wait for you or me i’m sorry that you’re too bright for me to see  

i’m reaching out but you’re long gone i’m all alone now my empty hand

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sending u good vibes in hopes that your day will get better!!! aloha nui loa!!

I love this message I've had it for like a year in my inbox so I can re-read it when I feel sad but I feel like I need to publish it in hopes that the person who sent it knows how happy it has made me

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I feel like a proud older sister

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The skys got this glow about it. Kind of like a cigarette gives when you’re smoking in the dark. Judgement, judgment, judgement. I hate the idea of you not being around anymore. I don’t want to be around anymore either, so I don’t blame you. I feel the constant feeling of utter loneliness. It’s too quiet. But too loud. How much of my roommates rum will I drink before they mention it. One of my favorite things is to sit in my bedroom with all of my blinds open, with the light to the perfect dim but glowing adjustment, the room filled with smoke from burning white sage and incense. You’ll see my arm hanging out of the window next to my bed with a cigarette in it. I like the feeling of smoking out of my window at 1 in the morning. All of the sounds from here are soothing. Cars racing down the 84. Trains. Rain hitting the roof. A lot of people are terrified of the idea of someone watching them in their home. I find it comforting, actually. Makes me feel less alone. My favorite memories are things like that. That one arm that would always hang out of the window of the apartment next door at Taylor’s studio in capital hill. How that was something that made me feel less alone every morning when I woke up and there it was. There is something so peaceful about smoking early in the morning. If you do you’ll know what I mean. We all creep out of our homes into the quiet, dark, early mornings. Sit there and take in that serene feeling before the day floods in and kills it. When I finally met the mystery cigarette hand man that one night I was locked out of his apartment in Seattle, that hand was never the same. When I realized it was him I was wide eyed and for some reason a little nervous. Probably freaked the guy out with how intently I was staring. I wish I could remember what he said to me. I wish I knew how to say all of this to you because I know you would understand more than anyone.

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I hope ur ok

im not but is anybody really

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both photos great representations of myself

it’s been a really good day

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frances ha is the most boring ass movie i’ve ever seen why are all u fuckers so obsessed with this garbage

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@leonardcohenschesthair

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my neighbor and i have developed a pretty good system of going grocery shopping together and by that i mean we stop at the bar on the way there and on the way back