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i really really really loved him. i just didn’t do it the right way. now it has come the time to pay for my mistakes and i shall pay them gladly. i forgive his anger. i know i said i didn’t love him anymore, or at least i just agreed with him even though it was not true. but it doesn’t matter. i have all this love in me and it doesn’t matter… all my poems and my kisses were thrown in the trash. all of me that i gave him will never come back to me. it doesn’t matter… it’ll never matter…
maybe i should now start to love myself. maybe i should now (as he said i should) destroy my naive hopes. maybe i should now forget him and forgive me.
but my heart is too disobedient.
i love you.
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ethel cain songs are so brutal i’m starting to miss willoughby tucker too
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Some of you guys have never burned a CD and it shows
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'scenes of california,' series digitized by california revealed, 1920s.
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My five year plan is to listen to music
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i dropped a bowl of tomato soup on the ground in my room and broke my fav bowl the other day and i haven’t been okay since then
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i just pray that you're alright
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about to rewatch twin peaks and the rest of david lynch’s filmography and try not to cry wish me luck
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Paris, 1914 autochromes by Albert Kahn
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>spend all of january catastrophically depressed
>well at least february’s coming
>february comes
>everything is exactly the same

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