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what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore
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my ability to read what ive typed out 20 times before hitting post and still not notice a typo is remarkable
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pleeeeaaasssseeeeeeeeee i need to be put down i am the sick dog why won't u believe me
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she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart
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Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that
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Smell of lilacs wafting on spring breeze incident 10 smiled 7 filled with joy
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i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from a diary entry featured in Diaries of a Young Poet
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having thousands of followers can sometimes be annoying but sometimes it rules bc when i get like two notes on a post it's So fucking funny. and the crowd goes dead fucking silent. nobody liked that. seven thousand people in the room and two of them gave you a pity golf clap. genuinely unironically it fucking rules
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