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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
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Second, I really do believe that something metaphysical binds us all together. Ran into bells at the package room just now. What are the odds?
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I first want to mention that I really do think I’m smarter and more talented than all my peers… but looks like it’s not being appreciated. Or maybe I’m not… unlikely, but I should hedge against that case regardless.
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Found out bells lives in my building this morning… but… guess it doesn’t matter
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“Will you be my light When I cannot see? And when I can’t take another step, Lord, will you carry me?”
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From Meg to Caitlin, we’ve come a mighty long way
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Abner and Debbie are having a little baby girl and I’m… sad. Because I love them so much…
Guys… my friends are having CHILDREN
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Laressa writes poetry and it’s somehow better than mine. I hate other people’s writing, but hers is exceptional.
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I should try more this year. The last girl I actually liked was Addison… and that was in March.
And that was just in theory, she’s totally different in person vs text.
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Adri crashing our New Year’s party was not on my bingo card for 2024
And she brought K*rhys! Didn’t think I’d see her again, ever
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“If we wait till we’re ready, we’ll be waiting the rest of our lives.”
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Me: *gives Lexie my jacket insisting I’m not cold*
Her: Ok Mr. hop-in-my-bed-with-a-down-jacket-on
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