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Retrospective Nostalgia Entries & Poetry

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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With Tumblr being the way it has been in recent years, I am moving all my musings over to Substack. Please find me there.
Retrospective Nostalgia Entries & Poetry
YOU KNOW I THINK ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME
AND MY DEEP MISUNDERSTANDING OF YOUR LIFE
Tatry, Poland (by Tomasz)
When you say my name it's soft porn, awful, flowers in a snow storm,
I just gotta love you, why'd you wanna go?
We're a swan song gone wrong, diamonds in a dark room,
I just gotta love you, why'd you wanna go?
let me make myself very clear, on this blog its:
fuck donald trump
fuck ICE
immigrants are not illegal
free palestine
black lives have and will always matter
trans rights forever and always
pro choice
healthcare should be free
house the homeless
keep religion out of schools
LGBTQ+ rights
fuck the tories
if you dont agree, fuck off.
I am going to be okay.
Taylor Swift, The Archer
they need to invent a staying up late that doesn't make you get less sleep
“I think we end up liking people because of their good traits. Sometimes we end up loving them because of their flaws.”
— Michael Landsberg
Valtavara, Finland by Andrey Bazanov
I told the sun to kiss your face for me
I told the moon to kiss your soul for me
i crave your touch
I go where I'm wanted and I don't need your light to be lit.
Maisie Peters, There It Goes
November returns
with its cold, quiet hands,
laying memories of you
across my skin.
The dim world outside
wraps me in fog,
and my thoughts sink back
into the ache in my bones.