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OUHHGHHHAHHHAGAG AHOU AHGG AHH ouagh OuaggHA ouahgaAAAA!!!! 😫😫💖

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Everyone thinks Peggy's about to get shafted in the plot but I can see what they are doing is laying out the pieces for the most sick fic set up ever for losers who love flop musicals to get the ultimate crossover event in history.

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via @swatercolor [insta]

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and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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Sylvia Plath, aged 25, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated February 21, 1958)

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hey, does anyone know if tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, or if it's like. a bank holiday.

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[staggering to my feet and wiping a single perfect drip of blood from my mouth] i have to get back on my bullshit. no matter the cost

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affirmations i CAN draw i am ONLY A LITTLE BIT crazy and NOBODY IS LOOKING AT ME

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— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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email signature that reads: "In the unending, crashing second...she thought clearly, Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Why don’t they stop me?"

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PLEASE GOD!!! I WILL GIVE ANYTHINGGGG FOR SOMEONE TO BOOTLEG CAMELOT AT THE BARRINGTON STAGE!!!!!

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arm tattoo that reads: "In the unending, crashing second...she thought clearly, Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Why don’t they stop me?"

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happy time is beginning this morning in june

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happy hill house day

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I am really doing it, I am doing this all by myself, now, at last; this is me, I am really really really doing it by myself.

In the unending, crashing second...she thought clearly, Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? Why don’t they stop me?

Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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