i don't have a personality, i just have unexplainable hatred for my hometown
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Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."
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the thing about coffee is that for a very little time it makes me stop thinking and i chase that high enough to drink it despite the jittery anxious mess it leaves me for hours on end
The thing about alcohol is that it cures my anxiety in the short run while making my anxiety worse in the long run.
This is also the thing about the Internet.
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niether do i niether do i trust me i said i don't fuck you i said don't care
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i felt and always have like the girl in his books.
alaska is me , i am alaska . i see parts of myself in margo like no one else
not to deconstruct the 2010s john green manic pixie dream girl but actually john green was just writing normal girls . i have a lighters i find on the ground collection . i have a dollar tree journal i use as a scrapbook . i have a small collection of porcelain clown dolls a furby and a polaroid camera . i collect my emergency room hospital bracelets . i have a small collection of wheatback pennies . i read a lot and i have a collection of physical media . my cousin and sister make animal masks and my cousin has a porcelain cat doll in a victorian dress . my sister has a collection of stuffed animals and a porcelain doll . they listen to icp and like going to thrift stores .
misogyny really blinded us to the fact that girls can and do have personalities
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i hate feeling i peaked at 13 and i feel it all the damn time
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
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over and over again i need to remind myself i moved ahead of it , because it needed to be left behind.
sometimes all you've gotta do is trust what you did in your younger , naive years , put faith in there and keep walking, even when it feels like a stab in the heart .
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if i slam the door in someone's face i sure as hell have no reason to expect them to come knocking down again
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im sorry and this sucks and you've no idea just how much old and bitter and bland i feel . and indifferent, so indifferent
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i like my coffee how i like my boys. i sure like the taste of it sure but it makes me sick. real sick. bad for me. worsens my anxiety
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tell me is being alive nothing but yearning for kind of love you can only ever brew up in your head at night as a concoction that gets you to sleep l
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last birthday as a teenager so imma be as unhinged as i can
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sweet sixteen sweeter seventeen eager eighteen and no parents nineteen
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