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Emily Dickinson, from The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

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Just me and my Evelyn💚🩷

@rod-alexandra-06

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💚💜

My only one🐺💚

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I call her “love”, she calls me “sweetheart”. I think we’re the real winners.

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Oh, October, what did you do?❤️

⭐️🌙

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parents issues

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NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND THE ‘I HATE IT HERE’ SONG BY TAYLOR AT THE WAY AS I UNDERSTAND IT.🤍

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In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance foor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there.

A mirage.

from Loveless, by Alice Oseman

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I can relate to Georgia so, so much.

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Don’t do this to me… not again

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Sometimes I think if nobody spoke to me I never speak again.