2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@mainepnd
“You think that more money is going to, say, give you security. The problem is that you don’t necessarily have control over make more. One thing you do have control over is spending less. What you do have control over is having less, and that by having less, you automatically stretch what you do have.”
— Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things
*Texts back three years later*
haha not much how about you
necklace
paradise
paradise
You know my love is,
thai chicken and cucumber salad
Mostly left
me as a ghost
Coincidence and Thunders
Lightning don’t strike the same place twice She made sure the bridge was burned with her demise This and all because of the misery That caught her like a flick of a dice
In a million ways we could not find the same path, Yet it led her to you No one had asked for it Yet the heavens have spoked more than a clue
And if anyone could even hear the both of them They would only find hazes than any sight of a gem Because in those stranger’s eyes No place that died can live twice
You ought you were burnt a thousand times That no single saint can tell you otherwise How to live in shame and disgrace was your name Only to know that you are still an angel in God’s place
In a million ways we could never find the same path, Yet these pain spaced on to the both latched No one had asked for it Yet her broken pieces whistled the wind back to you
Now who’s to say Coincidence is a game Everybody with some regrets pay the price Only to see the lightning strike the same place twice
In a million ways we could never find the same path, Yet it led her back to you
'Back To You' x John Mayer on my head repeat
me af
on your last day off
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