Indian, 12th grade, expect obsessive reblogs, and the occasional original post where I pretend to be funnier/smarter than I actually am (might also overshare and cry a lot)
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lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night
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SO much about doing well is just not even giving your brain the time to sabotage you. Like deciding to just get started on a task before your brain could conjure up thoughts like “but there’s always tomorrow” “ruminate on this pointless thing instead” like sometimes you genuinely just have to put pen to paper and do
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I had a broken tooth and you had a shitty car that sang at certain speeds. I was holding my bleeding mouth but we were all laughing. You were the only one who was worried. Speeding to the doctor with your hands at ten and two, sending me the occasional look and asking if it hurts, does it hurt.
All the memories of you do.
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Happy 19th birthday to Amazing New Mexico sunset
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I'm leaving for college soon. So are my friends. The thought of letting them go and finding other people to love feels blasphemous but I don't know if i have choice. What do I do?
Let them go to college. Live your life, let them live theirs, enjoy the moments of intersection.
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I like this more than the original
TAYLOR SWIFT, 'The Tortured Poets Department' | redesign
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That scene made the show istg
romance is puffy sleeves, blood stained hands, tear stained cheeks, raw voice screaming “is she breathing”
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Hey shout out to every custodial/sanitation worker taking out and cleaning up literal hot garbage so that the rest of us can go about our summer days like it doesn’t exist
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dear diary, shit so bad im writing a fucking diary
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So who's paying the therapy bills?
you’re the loss of my life” cinematic universe




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Another day of crying over Sylvia Plath's fig tree analogy
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If you notice me reblogging
a repost
stolen art
false information
etc.
please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you
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What’s your favourite line from good omens?
The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale.
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