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I wish I was taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish my cat had a phone I would call her.

mycannibalromance

i was not built for college but unfortunately i was also not built for anything else

feral-ballad

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

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“I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear. Some story we must have. Stray words on crumpled paper. A weak signal into the outer space of each other.

The probability of seperate worlds meeting is very small. The lure is immense. We send starships. We fall in love”

― Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

“I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was the dream.”

― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

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diagnosed with woman in her twenties disease

sagihairius

no phone i did not “miss a call” i watched it ring the whole time

medievalswords

when lizzo said "self love is survival" and when hannah gadsby said "do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation" and when mitski said "i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation"

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