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forgot this app exists on the low…. hi team i’m back!

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you're so fucking welcome to cry in my bathroom. you hear me?

steal the spare key from under the doormat or the key under the shoe rack or the key in the flower vase or the kitchen drawer or my favourite candle-

or steal it right out of my pocket.

(what do you mean why do i have so many house keys? ask this house why it has so many ghosts and why they keep leaving me)

break in at 3 am and make yourself at home

cry in my doorway if you can't make it any further

I'll get out of bed and carry you up. we'll sit on the ground in my tiny dilapidated bath stall, going through the box of shitty half- expired make-up I never bought and try to laugh

or throw stupid fake potted plants out the window onto the rusty pile of baby bikes I never rode if you need to scream and watch something shatter

or we'll just curl up in a tight ball and lay in the ancient tub, turn on the shower and cry and gasp and sob and weep and wail and howl till we're floating in a salt water ocean

who cares if the tile floor's cold. I've got a dozen fluffy bathrobes hooked on the door. we'll build a soft nest to crash on and a fort to protect us. we'll find the old paperbacks I hid in the the laundry basket and read till the suns rises and sets and explodes and fades away

who cares about those stupid lumps of porcelain plastic. they're ugly and I never wanted them. I think I'd rather have you break them than the world break you

who cares if the tub's a little rickety and the water's cold and the boiler's old and loud and slow and we'll get soaked to the bone.

I'll holding you till you stop crying. and then I'll holding you after. when you need to come back from where you left to. back to my senior citizen tub in my decrepit water closet in the house you're welcome to. back to me and all my goddamn keys for the same empty lock

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Sometimes you die a hero. Sometimes, if you’re unlucky like me, you live long enough to see yourself become the villain (start to actually enjoy Pearl Jam which your dad has unfortunately been obsessed with your whole life).

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Working in the customer service industry is when customers ask you if you have something in the back and you say “i’ll go check” and then go to the back, do a little dance (not check), and you come back tell them you’re out of it.

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me being autistic makes it hard to express how much I love someone but rn in my head I am climbing to the tallest peak in the world to yell ‘I love you’ over and over, the world is wonderful and I am now going to enjoy a brown sugar cinnamon pop tart before i pass out

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I don’t know that there’s any better feeling than loving someone so much that you really start to remember how wonderful it can feel to be alive.

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I love going through people’s fridges as an activity for when you first hangout with them. Sometimes you find something like a box of eggs that only has one egg left and other times you find baked beans in a jam jar…

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the things i do for capitalism 😒😒 (sell my soul to the coffee overlords only in exchange for a massive gaping shin wound and a whole pile of medical bills that i didnt have to worry about before i started that job)🌜‼️

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guys me and Fantastic Mr. Fox boy are going on a date tonight… 🤭🤭 this is so exciting

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cant wait for work tomorrow so I can spend the entire time thinking abt him

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emojis revolutionized my me

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“You are the muse of which beauty tries to mimic”

INSTAGRAM REELS COMMENTS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE BRINGING ME TO TEARS RN.

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this provoked emotions i didn’t know i had.

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- Silas Denver Melvin @sweatermuppet, Grit Poetry Collection

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Are we just boy best friends if I regularly picture us going on little adventures together to the tune of the Fantastic Mr. Fox soundtrack or am I going to have to terms with something soon… ?

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I am Mark Zuckerberg, and I am currently in the dumpster. I have been thrown into the dumpster, and it is filled with urinal cakes, which are disgusting and smelly. This is very gross. I do not like this at all. I wish someone would help me.