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fuck i need to go back to ireland so bad

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you say to me here is a woman. she's insane and irreparably broken and probably a danger to herself and others. and i say yay yippee woohoo! and things of this nature

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problematic hope gap

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blair witch project_final_FINAL(real)(use this one!!)

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WHAT ARE YALL READING RN you must tell me

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Japanese fujoshi learning abt the term “fujoing out”

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working w my door open and i can hear our receptionist talking abt accidental incest they could never make me hate you the Coworkers

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these annihilation ass photos i took today

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sardines creature

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in the club googling is waterboarding that bad

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play that hurdy gurdy white boy

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i try to do a card trick but i fumble with the deck and drop cards all over the floor. you look down at the mess dejectedly, holding your chosen card to your chest as you watch me struggle to salvage the situation. suddenly, my mad scrambling stops, and i look up at you with a coy smirk. "is this your carrd?" i ask, brandishing my phone where your dni list is presented boldly on the screen.

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DEAR LUI (again) (...again) (@hekaates) —

i went to the beach today, and i thought of you. the water looked like glass, the sun melted in the sky, giant jellyfish and baby horseshoe crabs littered the beach, washed up from low tide, and i thought of you. how lucky am i to never just see the ocean for an ocean anymore—i'll always see it for you.

see, now that's gay as fuck. no wonder the twink in 2100 (assuming the earth is still inhabitable for twinks, or anyone) who finds all these letters is going to have a field day with us.

but it is so wonderful to have had all of these mundane things that i have seen over and over again be transformed having known you. an ocean isn't just an ocean anymore, nor is the moon just the moon. st sebastian and st anthony are no longer just some guys, they're our guys. one of whom is currently in your freezer. where he belongs, obviously.

when i talk to you about religion, it makes me want to be catholic again, which is a very, very dangerous thing. i cannot afford to be catholic again. have you seen the state of the world? we dont need another catholic right now. but you make me want to hold onto a belief, onto a religion full of beauty and tragedy because it feels meaningful and purposeful and maybe—maybe if we both tried to believe again, it would be one more thing to bring us closer, despite this nuisance of a continent between us.

maybe we can find something that isn't catholicism. i'll start researching, but you let me know if you think of anything better in the meantime. i just want to share a religion with you. maybe we can make our own.

i love you. i love your creativity, your endless ideas, your even more endless voicenotes. i love that you're always getting into messes (not by choice, i'm sorry that you're god's favorite princess), and more importantly, i love that you can always dust yourself off and pull yourself out of them. i know it sucks in the moment, that being in your 20s is scary, but every single voicenote or insane update you send me is proof that you're living—like actually, truly living—and i couldn't be prouder of you. the world is ending. so don't stop living.

i said this last year, but i am truly so grateful that we are the same age... almost. i am older, after all. but it's so special to go through everything with you, to be scared of our 20s together, to experience the soulcrushing realizations that come with late stage capitalism together, to be young and make stupid fucking mistakes together. that nuisance of a continent couldn't stop us from meeting, so that obviously means something. we're supposed to be growing up like this, together.

happy birthday, lui.

with love,

emma

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There is industrial music everywhere for those with hearts to hear it