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$LAYYYTER
The Bowery Presents
trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan

Andulka
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#extradirty
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
noise dept.

Product Placement
EXPECTATIONS
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Jules of Nature
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵

seen from Venezuela

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@meanderingsofmeaning
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Remnants
It is a universal feeling, to lament too much solidarity. Not enough is unnerving, a little can be a blessing. But if left with one’s thoughts for too ample a duration, the mind begins to feed on itself until all that is left are the remnants of a person who once was.
might have been
Why am I thinking of you so much. Why can't I stop. You're not even a possibility. But you might have been. But you might have been. That's why.
It is not for you to judge the journey of another’s soul. It is for you to decide who you are, not who another has been, or has failed to be.
Neale Donald Walsch (via creatingaquietmind)
I Think Not.
Sometimes I wonder if your mind ever drifts to thoughts of mine, beyond the fleeting guilt of knowing there is someone who exists and reflects on you with little above disdain.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
Edgar Allan Poe
You have effected me more than you know.
New Year's Resolution 2014
To start writing again. ...Late is better than never
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
Robert Brault (via selfsense)
Realizing I've been outgrown. ...it hurts.
Going places..
love.
We are not in love. Not the way I’ve been told being in love feels like. But we have been sleeping beside each other for so many nights and I am the most beautiful doormat you have ever walked over.
Clementine von Radics, This Is How We Lose Ourselves (via larmoyante)
Needing some Civil Wars to get me through the hundreds of emails I received while out on vacation last week.