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me at 3AM: maybe i’m the villain
also me: bakes cookies for ghosts and cries at dog commercials
nostalgia tastes like burnt toast and cartoon static.
if you see me dancing alone in a thrifted coat, just know i’m in my villain era... but like, the cottagecore kind.
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“i told the moon about you and now it won't shut up.”
reblog if your playlist has one song that could resurrect a dead memory.
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