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a part of me died the day I saw a plane flying an advertisement while I was on the beach

can we talk about the fact that everything has ads now? like the streaming service I'm PAYING FOR and even pintrest??? leave my girl 😭😭

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working on my thesis during the luteal phase is truly the test of academic rigor. how can I write confidently about this niche topic that so few of us decide to study when I am overcome in a coffee shop with anxiety and self-doubt about my abilities despite succeeding and loving my topic? how can I write eloquently about my research while simultaneously texting my friends about how I want to change my emphasis because I'm not sure if I'm good enough for my current focus? alas, the follicular makes up for it.

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“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

— Franz Kafka

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Me. Literally, me.

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The Secret History by Donna Tartt

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𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖚𝖓.

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oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and