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blake kathryn

gracie abrams
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price

Kiana Khansmith
The Bowery Presents
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
Fai_Ryy
hello vonnie
Cosimo Galluzzi

@theartofmadeline
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
Noah Kahan
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@bpdaze
lyrics from sun bleached flies by ethel cain
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think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.
hate to agree w my worst enemy but we share common interests
we diagnose you with a creeping sense of alienation forever. incurable
have you tried mindfulness?
they should invent a way to disappear without anyone even knowing you existed in the first place
i really wish five hours of sleep was sufficient because going to bed at 2 and waking up at 7 would be heaven but the body keeps score
how am I supposed to reduce screen time when there are literally girls in there
mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
Kafka said this
We too old to be lying to each other. If your feelings changed lmk so we can fix it or end it…
the epic highs and tragic lows of literally just being in my head on a perfectly normal day
Coping isn't enough I need to die
Thought I was chill but turns out I’m full of rage lol
Emily Dickinson, from “No crowd that has occurred” (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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