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Just working on some writing a little bit aimlessly, thinking a lot about time, about edges, about art and form. Do you ever feel like a few things on your mind might be connected but can’t yet see how?

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s/o to the me in the alternate universe where i have halloween plans i hope she looks hot

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due to personal reasons I deeply wish that this autumn feels entirely like rebirth

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The Pickles were under his tongue the whole time

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Tumblr culture is seeing an info post then seeing it a day later debunked and then seeing it a day later with the debunk debunked and then the next day the

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Tbh im kinda pissed im not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden

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I know there’s a lesson in everything but like 🥺 I’ve had enough

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eventually you have to stop accommodating everyone and prioritize you.

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“I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished … when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.”

— Pat Frank, Alas, Babylon (via the-book-diaries)