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#imagine looking like this lmao #the dysphoria JUMPED out all of a sudden #also hi hello all #sunshine

any help is amazing

Hey, so I recently had a friend steal thousands of dollars for me because they stole my card and even though reported it I still have to pay the withdraw fees. Rent is due in two days and I get paid in two weeks,and the college I go to is far from where I stay and if I can’t pay rent I would be evicted with no other place to go. My parents can’t help me right now because they’re covering my sisters medical expenses.Please donate any amount you can here . I paid 800 dollars of it off but even with two jobs it seems like nothing is helping. I appreciate all of you so much.

#a they logged on for the first time in 6 months just for daughter

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Frédéric Barzilay, Nuque, 1979

24hoursinthelifeofawoman

Trans-Europ-Express

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It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) // The 1975

London, 09.2017

dads review of mitski

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Lundy Bancroft –Why Does He Do That

hey!!! if you’re reading this:

im taking a break from all social media for a while, so if u wanna continue our internet conversations outside of the internet, im open to it !! i have whatsapp, fb messenger, and imessage, so feel free to dm me right quick and we’ll exchange some numbers ☺️

#this post is mostly for mutuals 😘#or if we follow one another on multiple social medias #esp if we’ve talked in the messages a few times before #i think we could all use more friends #right? so.#i’ll probably be back soon but uhhh.... we’ll see #how long i can go

iamtryingtobelieve

This is a story about a lonely, lonely man. He lived in a lonely house. On a lonely street. In a lonely part of the world. But, of course, he had the internet. The internet, as you know, was his friend — you could say, his best friend. They would play with each other every day, watching videos of humans doing all sorts of things: Having sex with each other; Informing people on what was wrong with them and their life; Playing games with young children at home with their parents

One day, the man — whose name was @SnowflakeSmasher86 — turned to his friend, the internet, and he said, “Internet, do you love me?”

The internet looked at him and said, “Yes. I love you very, very, very, very, very, very much. I am your best friend. In fact, I love you so much that I never, ever want us to be apart ever again ever’ ‘I would like that,” said the man. And so they embarked on a life together. Wherever the man went, he took his friend. The man and the internet went everywhere together, except of course the places where the internet could not go. They went to the countryside. They went to birthday parties of the children of some of his less important friends. Different countries. Even the moon.

When the man got sad, his friend had so many clever ways to make him feel better. He would get him cooked animals and show him the people having sex again, and he would always, always agree with him. This one was the man’s favourite, and it made him very happy.

The man trusted his friend so much. “I feel like I could tell you anything,” he said, on a particularly lonely day “You can. You can tell me anything. I’m your best friend. Anything you say to me will stay strictly between you and the internet.”

And so he did. The man shared everything with his friend: All of his fears and desires; All of his loves, past and present; All of the places he had been and was going, and pictures of his penis. He would tell himself, “Man does not live by bread alone.”

And then he died In his lonely house On the lonely street In that lonely part of the world

You can go on his Facebook

#man does not live by bread alone #and then he died #1975 #tunes