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I really believe the biggest gift I can give myself as a woman is the freedom to just be out in the world and be obsessed with learning & making & doing things instead of anything internal even though I wasn't raised to be that way at all

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Single Meghan is back baby

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Figuring out you’re not romantically compatible with someone you’ve been pining over for ten years is a really bizarre thing

This is all based on new brand new information so I’m not beating myself up… it just feels weird. Like I’m truly all alone and i have no crushes. Just friends. But we love friends. Friends are important and almost more significant than a romantic partner. At least at this point in my life.

#JGM

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V pleased with reputation. It’s making me miss the Wellington library hard though.

1989 came out when I was in New Zealand and I was budgeting heeeeaps but I bought the album and listened to it constantly. Especially when I was killing time in the library, swiping on hottie tinder boys….. annnd eventually meeting Cool John. He’s great and a v important person to me still. So yeah this new tswift album is making me nostalgic.

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Time is a flat circle. 1989 was rereleased and Cool John is back in my life.

I just did the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

#byemtmt #mtmt

Normal normal things are so normal and calm and cool and collected

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I’ll break my own heart before I let someone else do it

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Hi I’m 22 now. This is what I did. Ceasar salad birthday eve. That fancy little watermelon wallet. And Denny’s for birthday dinner.

I am literally entirely alone in Auckland right now. My soul hurts.

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These memories make me ache so fully and awfully I never want to do anything again.

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I forget what the Sunday scaries are because I wake up in a beautiful woman’s bed now on Sundays and she has a vintage pink fan running for white noise & weighted blankets & comfy pillows that she stacks around me while folding laundry. The woods are right outside the windows & she puts on her frilly apron & makes coffee & we go out to a diner or thrifting then watch cartoons in bed in between her cooking amazing meals (yesterday was salmon w/baked zucchini & apples) and carrying in snacks and cold drinks (salted watermelon & non-alcoholic beer w/lime in a chilled glass) while I rest my tired body in her sheets. It feels stupid that I get to be this happy