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In the club

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living is just figuring out how to save your life over and over again Like over and over you wake up and realize you are dying and you either save your life or you don’t

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the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you're vertical. act like it.

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what a beautiful day to not be in high school

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do you love the color of the sky: abridged version

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*MY HONEST IMPRESSION OF YOU* kk so ive been fwllin u for some time now and i think ur like a really hardworking person??? like i've seen the jee posts and stg relate (2026tard here)

IT SOUNDS SO TOUGH UHHGJHG M SCARED also i love ur aesthetic its soooooo pwetty agh and ur reblogs r so funnyyy ALSO COULD U PLZ ADVICE ME ON HOW TO GO ABOUT MY STUDIES AS A HELPFUL DIDII {I scored 97% in 10th}

sob thank u so much this is such a sweet post lol, honestly didn't think id get any asks cuz im barely active here 😭 asdaskjd thanks?? but I didn't work hard enough tbh so I can tell u what *not* to do ok this feels like a prank sob are we mutuals?? are u in 11th??

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Sometimes you gotta stop worrying about being the smartest and funniest person in the room and just enjoy being in a room with smart and funny people

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Reblog if you want an Anon's honest opinion of you.

GO

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Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

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Everytime someone texts me I feel like going 'ehehehehehehe you've fallen in my trap to distract you' and then im like 'no im good hmuan'

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"you're a sick individual" actually i'm part of a sick union. there's quite a few of us i'm afraid.

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Found my 53yo very-much-not-online father in the kitchen today meticulously arranging cutlery on the countertop and i was like 'what are you doing' and he looked up at me with the world's most shit-eating grin and said "Your mother told me this is how you rick-roll the Youth" and i looked over and it was fucking. Loss.jpg.

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Abuse comes in waves. So does pain.

You spent months being civil with each other, kind even. They do things for you, buy you clothes, groceries, say nice things and ask about your day. And you start to forget. You start to feel guilty. Why did I hate them? Why was I angry? Why did I want to leave? That was awfully mean of me. They need me. If I leave, they'll be all alone.

Then it all comes crashing down. One little thing lights up the flames and sparks a reaction. It happens fast, but feels like it lasts a lifetime. They say "things they didn't really mean", they "let anger get the best of them", and you're at the receiving end, scared, alone and not able to react.

And you start to remember. You place this memory with all the others, like a bunch of crystal ornaments on a shelf. You start noticing the patterns. You even make excuses for them. I was too loud, too aggressive, too mean. I deserved it. I deserve this.

Hours later, when you're safe and sound in your room, the reaction finally hits. You cry and sob, you want to scream but know you can't. You want to leave but have nowhere to go. You have no choice but to stay put and feel the pain. The pain from this moment and all the others that preceeded it. The pain from all the chances you had to leave but didn't take. The pain from all the instances you believed they changed.

And you know, once they wake up, it'll be like it never happened. Kind words and kind gestures, all over again. And you have no choice but to play along, otherwise who knows what might happen.

Every week. Every month. Every year. A new little crystal ornament for my collection. A new memory for me to obsess over and try to prove to myself that it wasn't that bad, that I barely got hurt, that it could've been worse.

I wonder how long it'll take for the next ornament to arrive. I wonder if I'll have enough space for it on the shelve.

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“my child is fine” , your child romanticises falling from a skyscraper.

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Gnomes of pleasure

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Astrophotographer, in Idaho, captures falling meteor fireball.