woah

there are countless versions of us that exist

[how2forgive]

its september time to build a new life

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[aurorasandsadprose-collages]

on happiness

florence and the machine, “no choir” || eugenio zampighi, “a happy family” || paramore, “tell me it’s okay” || jonny bolduc, “childhood” || josue avila, “sunset glare” || wendy cope, “the orange”

[starpros-sunshine]

"I can fix him" this "I can make him worse" that Pathetic. I can love him so much that it changes the course of the entire narrative.

[andrews-eyebrow-piercing]

“Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag.”

[frottinq]

[luthienne]

Elena Ferrante, from Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein)

[Text ID: maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.]

[soloikismos]

recalling my insane former roommate who said their cat did things out of genuine emotion whereas my cat behaved performatively

[lightbluedaisie-deactivated2022]

Sorry if i was acting horny, i was horny

[snootyfoxfashion]

[micro-usb-deactivated20230625]

[kushblazer666]

[sandmandaddy69]

[soracities]

[ryebreadgf]

on knowledge

[typodescript]

[text ID: as a child, i knew everything before others my age did, i learnt to read like the words had always been mine and i was just taking them back, like they belonged to me, i knew how the clouds worked and why bees died after one sting - i thought the world was something you could swallow. i don’t remember when i started falling behind, but suddenly i knew there were things i didn’t know that others did, and shame with its cheeks glowing red told me not to ask, so i didn’t, and listen: when you know this little about love, it feels like knowing nothing at all. outside my bed the sky is darkening, and here is what i know there are 117 million lakes in the world. i am lonely. 7 trillion nerves in the human body. i want to be touched. acacia trees can warn each other of danger. i don’t think i was meant for love, like how grass isn’t meant to grow tall or some insects aren’t meant to live long, simple as that, nothing to mourn over, but i mourn, still. end ID]

[stuckinapril]

i exist to bask in sunshine and read books and be overdramatic about every single thing in my life that is all

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