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happy Pisces full moon and eclipse, from a Pisces moon 🫶🏻

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are you ever like. i’m not the right Me right now to hang out with people. wait until the better guy shows up lol this one kind of sucks 

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when i was a kid i would get a sick thrill from learning someones middle name now i dont feel anything at all ever and im no good for nobody

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like mitski said: one morning this sadness will fossilize and i will forget how to cry

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Just a relaxing night at home with a murder dolly Source

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the year is 2025. michael sheen is appointed showrunner and executive producer. gets his grubby mitts on the script and every other line is changed to blatant innuendo. each scene is so sexually charged that it's like staring directly into the sun. the last 10 mins is a montage of them outright fucking on every available surface of the south downs cottage. the show is now, inexplicably, set in south wales

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the new heart I've been growing in my garden is at a strange and delicate stage of development

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Dude I love your blog. I'm a big fan of the cries for help

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my mama bought some mangoes in july, and they just sat there, colourful temptation perched on the kitchen counter. in this sweltering heat, nobody reached for them. they were too sweet, too sticky, too much. not from the right place, not the right shape. unchosen, untouched, they waited. and in that waiting, they withered, surrendering to the slow creep of time. overripe and tender to begin with, they grew bitter day by day. they longed to be touched, cherished, consumed — it was their entire purpose. i watched them turn, black spots blooming like dark flowers as rot spread its fingers through their flesh. i passed by them every morning and afternoon and night, a witness to their slow demise. i told my mother to eat her mangoes before it would be too late. i begged her, at one point. they were meant for more, to be savored, their sweetness a gift. but no one listened, and no one came. so i watched and watched, and yet. they went discarded, remnants of a season too hot for joy, their longing to be devoured unfulfilled.

my purpose: to be loved; to be known. i feel like i could be one of those mangoes, sometimes.

— petricalore

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

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na na na is such an insane song. the moment I hear "killjoys, make some noise" I black out and wake up 5 hours later in a pool of blood

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vintage valentine’s candy box inside of an abandoned house

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you ever speak to your best friend and it just absolutely centres you. oh yeah none of that shit matters. I love you

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it should be normalized and in fact encouraged to ask customers “what’s your problem? are you not embarrassed to be acting this way at all but especially in public?”