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(by Raymond Petrik)

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the almighty, the creator of creators, the god couldn't save me, you are still merely a human being.

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instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

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“I am the main character” girl you’re the unreliable narrator.

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i love reading, i love thinking about what i am currently reading, i love thinking about what i am going to read next, i love being privileged enough to be able to read, read, read, and read so much that i never tire of it

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@important-cat-pics

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this but stargazing and discussing the absurdity of life >>> (ps hand me over a kitten)

What would you do if today was your last day?

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Rich Progressive: "I used to be working class. I became rich when I became an actor, singer, athlete, or something else that I got extremely lucky and could have easily failed at. Anytime I see someone who's homeless, I realize that that could have easily been me if things were just slightly different. I still have trauma from my struggles of being working class, so I want to use my privilege to speak up for others who are currently struggling."

Working Class Conservative: "Oh come on. You're rich. You can't speak for me. You have no idea what it's like for people like me who have to work multiple jobs just to feed my family. Now shut up and move out of the way so I can listen to rich people who were born rich, got richer by exploiting the working class, and openly advocate for policies that will make them richer, but who I worship because they hate the same people I do."

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If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would.

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever