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I open Tumblr. I post something that should be a diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr after having it closed for 1.2 minutes. I reblog 176 posts in a row. I add tags of absolute gibberish to 7 of those. I close Tumblr. I open Tumblr I post yet another should-be diary entry. I close Tumblr. I open tu

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📦 Shipping update: we're not delivering your parcel because you are intrinsically evil

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So I started working again today, and me and my coworker had to squeeze lemons which usually is a really un fun job but TODAY. We had the mostly lovely batch of lemons to work with. So we rated how smoothly they cut and how nice the insides of them looked for about an hour. An absolutely marvelous time I gotta say

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you contradict yourself because you contain multitudes. i contradict myself because i am wrong.

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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"I've heard of tales about this forest… Are we sure we should go through here?" – A "Well, where there are tales, there's treasure! What's the worst that can happen?" – W

Two friends embark on their first adventure through the Vynollen Forest.

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A couple midnight thoughts in an unstructured poem

I am one who knows invisibility

Of solitude and loneliness so tangible I cannot look away from it

As apparent as a ripe lemon against verdant leaves of its tree does the ghost of my loathing haunt me so

I have known spite

Known it as intimately as my left rib

As the embers of a dying fire erupt in sparks from a passing breeze

It churns beneath my skin as to burn my lungs whole

Yet dissipates into translucent smoke up my throat

And nothingness on my tongue

I have known envy

A silent creature slumbering within me disturbed only by the persistence of a world it knows it has no part in

A simmering so sharp it makes my skin crawl and vision blur

The color red amongst a still blue lake

A pine needle amongst roses

A little girl in a bed of singing flowers

A one-sided mirror

An old friend

I have known much pain

That which I cannot articulate in a manner that will make sense to me or I

It lies in wait like a spring long dormant

"Have you known happiness? "

I have.

"Is it as painful as the rest? "

Happiness

Is one I cannot begin to understand

Unlike the tangible and ever-presence of pain and solitude

Happiness is a fleeting gust of cool air on a scorching summer day

I have known happiness

It exists in the cracks of a barren desert

A cloudless sky

A scratched trunk of a tree

A note of a song unsung

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