Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000)
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Color Me Curious
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if i look back, i am lost
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Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000)
shout out to the first chapter of goblet of fire, which felt like we were reading some other horror novel
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More wildflowers x
âLit Me Upâ by Brand New
heart: randomly starts beating faster me: what is it what do you see
Sunrise over the South Chinese Sea by Christiaan van Heijst // Edited by MFL Buy your print here!
i once fell in love with a boy in my poetry class because he had blue eyes and was kind to someone, just once, and i liked that a lot. when we kissed in the back of his car he told me broken girls were the best kind. he still writes about me, sometimes, and i pretend heâs not writing about me, and he pretends the same thing. in his poems i am a mystery, a queen, an avenging angel who walked away and left no garden unburned.
in my book he never held back my hair when i was throwing up. once when i asked him what we were he said âa boy and a wolf.â i said i donât feel like running anymore. he said that he loved that i was made to sink, to set teeth to skin. i said âiâm trying to be goodâ and he said he loved the failure in my trying.
in his words iâm a mountain, spread legs, an island. in mine iâm a girl who goes to get groceries and thinks he liked the sound of my name but never stopped to ask the meaning.
who needs sleep when u can listen to sad music and dissociate for 6 hours straight
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people wonât require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you donât need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding youÂ
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Kurt Cobain at 18.
Middle of 80â˛s.Â
People honestly just suck. Like why canât someone just live their life without having to worry about what other people are going to think about them? I have to walk on eggshells around everyone to spare their feelings and as a result I canât be happy myself. As soon as I take steps to make myself happy and stop just giving myself up to what other people want, Iâm a terrible person. Like please someone explain this to me. I spent too many years of my life doing things for others and absolutely nothing for myself and Iâm honestly tired of it. Do shit for yourself and if anyone ever gives you shit for it hop into my dmâs.