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your child reads classic literature for fun
Color Me Curious
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
EXPECTATIONS
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Noah Kahan

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Not today Justin

Jimmy Eat World

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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"fuck you my child is completely fine"
your child reads classic literature for fun
Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Naked Beauty
From February 17 to 18, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
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𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 (Caption: @purrlockswatson )
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from his novel titled "White Nights," originally published in 1848
im doing good! you know. besides the underlying feeling that I'm fundamentally incapable of fitting in in a society. besides that i'm chillin
*me flirting*
so… have you… learned anything interesting lately?
“But he, that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”
-Anne Brontë
“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember.”
remus, to mcgonagal: i trust my friends. if they say they didn’t do it, then they didn’t do it
remus, five minutes later: alright, which one of you idiots did it?
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔦𝔩 𝔬𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔳𝔞𝔰.
November 22, 1912 Max Brod to Felice Bauer Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
“Maybe that's why I romanticize: not because I'm naive, but because I need to believe even sorrow has texture, even loss has grace.”
// Huy Nguyen, The Rose-Tinted Lens: A Confession on Why I Romanticize (Almost) Everything