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you know a fic is good when it has this

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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

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Today someone said they like my colours.

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Having no friends is really good for your bank account

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If I was a teenage boy I’d punch walls

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Daryl sharing his trauma as little anecdotes. Boy what do you mean you were lost for nine days and no one was looking for you

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House md is such a trip because House and Wilson are standing cock to cock, tip to tip, packer to packer, emotionally and physically. House's employees have a polyamorous codependent relationship while also being at each other's throats constantly. Foreman's so represssed they think he's gay, Chase is so sexually active that he can't possibly be straight, Taub and Kutner scissored, Cameron's probably gay but she has a job to do so she isn't going to think about it too hard, Thirteen is bisexual and went to jail once. Everyone has used drugs recreationally at least once. They break into everyone's home then insult the state of their home and then diagnose the patient based on a "That's so Raven" vision that House has. They shouldn't have been doctors, they would all thrive better as Waffle house employees that leap over the counter to fight customers.

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And what about it

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I am a bad person.

And I am so sorry.

I’m sorry I treated you that way.

Like you were nothing.

I was scared of myself.

My identity.

I wanted desperately for him to love me.

And he was kind of shit.

I lost you along the way

I still earnestly care for you

We were dear friends.

At least I like to think so.

I post about you a lot I’ve realized.

Because I feel guilty I guess.

I texted you.

You didn’t reply.

I didn’t expect you to

I wish you did

I’m sorry

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thinking about late spring / early summer again…

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This is my fluff

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i wanna carry him around in my pocket forever

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Sam is such a fucking crybaby (horny)