it drives you crazy getting old ig- academiaa.a

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the unknown urge to skip new years and go straight to OBLIVION

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fantasising about my future in a different city is how i cope actually

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sad girl winter here i come

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-emitithal mahmoud

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just found out that there are people that don’t need to make up twenty fake scenarios in their head to fall asleep. screaming. crying. shaking.

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HOME IS THE FIRST GRAVE.

credits:

1. how’d your parents die again?- fatimah asghar //2. home- warsan shire //3. taylor swift via pinterest //4. my tears ricochet- taylor swift //5. unknown //6. pinterest //7. @inkskinned on tumblr //8. i know the end- phoebe bridgers //9. educated- tara westover

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When phoebe bridgers said, “but I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado” and when taylor swift sang, “and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home”

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it’s already december??? what? why? who gave them permission???

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When lana del rey said, “It  turns out everywhere you go‚ you take yourself” and when taylor swift sang, “and I can go anywhere I want” and when neil gaiman wrote, “wherever you go, you take yourself with you”

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girl help all i want to do is avoid my family

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-Joan Tierney

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the feminine urge to leave my home country and start a new life elsewhere

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-Elle Emerson

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okay but all i do is listen to my music and wish i didn’t exist

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when hozier said, “ i’d burn every soul i knew if i thought the fire was warming you” i didn’t breathe for a whole damn minute

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-Nothing New, Taylor Swift and Phoebe Bridgers

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no but love is stored in the voice of your mother as she sings you a lullaby and it is stored in the space between two people as they sit on the same park bench and it is stored in the silver locket you gift your best friend on her birthday and it is stored in the bowl of soup you make for your sister when she’s sick and it is stored in the eyes of two strangers as their hands brush against each other and it is stored in the picture you take of your friends when they’re not looking and it is stored in the quiet moments and the longing looks and the content smiles and the loving memories