‘“summertime sadness”. the first and last. maybe you like to live your life with a hint of repressed memory, a lingering sadness inside of you, never a hundred percent happy. you’re stuck. you want to live the life, you know the one, where you’re driving fast in the middle of the night, happy to be alive. tasting the air and not thinking. you can’t help but think that you missed out somehow, that everyone got on the train while you were running toward the platform. you settle for the life you have but still dream. you continue.’
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I crave love from an older man.
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Wearing the fashion? Totally fine!
Enjoying the book as a psychological cautionary tale? Totally fine!
Romanising the horrific abuse by calling it a ‘D*LG / older man’ k!nk? YOU ARE THE PROBLEM!
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