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Los Angeles Pride-"Signs Carried By Heroes-We Carry Their Memory"-- Trailer full of protest signs once carried by those who have deceased (1993)

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yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me

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grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

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does anyone know about the yearning & the wanting

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V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

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Keeping this quote to my grave

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Suzanne Rivecca, Ugly Bitter and True

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An Interview with Jenny Slate, by Sara Black McCulloch

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I love the dead because we cannot let each other down anymore.

Hanif Abdurraqib, There's Always This Year

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"you don't have to perform around me" sweetheart i have to perform in front of myself

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We will not be girlrotting in April. We will be girlblooming girlburgeoning girlflourishing

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Ummmm sometimes you dread the weight of your life and other times it is an early morning in april and there are 5 species of birds singing and also the sun is shining through the baby leaves. Btw

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“I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

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you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

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