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when they come back into your life like nothing ever happened

yes that baddie me 😞🫶🏻

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ugh shes so cutie i cant

Everything I Know About Love (Music Video) by Laufey

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the trend when you put your name then core into pinterest

so charlenecore !!

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everytime someone I’ve followed for a long time follows me back or replies to my comment/answers my ask I fangirl so hard

it’s like im a 12 year old girl in 2009 at a Justin Bieber concert

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“taylor swift ruined football” “sabrina carpenter ruined fortnite”

THANK GOD. men don’t deserve to have an ounce of fun

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new theme slay or nay?

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real

Not to be a hater but im going to need Ellie to lock tf in.... the show is really starting to fumble her characterization and it's starting to piss me off. Dina outshining Ellie in her own show is crazy.

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i wrote this at like 2am

As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road, I kept expecting something to stop me. A sign. A voice. Anything to say “don’t go in there, it’ll break you.” But nothing came. Just wind through the trees and the crunch of gravel under my shoes. Quiet. Too quiet.

The house still looked the same. Still had her wind chimes by the porch, tangled and silent. Still had the curtains she picked out last spring. From the outside, it could’ve been any other Tuesday. But on the inside, everything had cracked.

When I stepped in, it was like I’d walked straight into a moment that wasn’t mine. The coffee on the table was still half-full, cold and untouched. Her book was facedown on the couch, spine stretched. The blanket she always curled up with was there, folded neatly like she’d be back in five minutes.

But she wasn’t.

And she never would be.

I kept looking around, waiting for something to feel different. Some kind of shift. Some kind of proof that the world had noticed she was gone. But no—everything was just there. As if she might walk in and roll her eyes at me for crying over stupid little things like coffee cups and soft blankets and silence.

There’s this ache that comes with missing someone who filled a space so completely. It’s like the house remembers her, but not in words or memories. Just… energy. Warmth. Stillness. Grief lives in the corners now, clinging to every little thing she touched.

I stood in the kitchen and tried to picture her face, but it came to me like a dream I couldn’t hold onto. I hated that. I hate that she’s slipping from me a little more each day.

But this house—it remembers. Even when I can’t.

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i just changed my theme (like two days ago but im not really vibing with yk) but i really want to do like a lana one or maybe barbie...

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Velvet dawn creeps in, Amber light through tangled limbs The woods start to breathe.

haiku i made for poetry class about a sunrise in the forest >:)

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i need book recs im begging 😔

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me cause wednesday s2 is a thing

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i think little by little this app is making me go insane

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Forever is the sweetest con

char | 19 | she/her | bisexual | lori grimes defender ୨ৎ | wanna be cowgirl | march aries

i have no idea what im doing might make some bad writing and poetry

small town country girl with a annoying accent

proud member of collide nation

my ao3 !!