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“Tips to prevent mood swings: avoid caffeine, alcohol and sugary foods” that’s me diet tho mate

Why are you crying? Did you even know Wes? Did any of you? I take it that’s a no? Law school isn’t really about making friends, right? Yeah, I bet some of you are really happy that he’s dead ‘cause that means your ranking goes up one.

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Jorja Smith - Be Honest (feat. Burna Boy)

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CHRISTOPHER REALLY SAID

“Howe tu geht ahWEY… with MERDERR”

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jack falahee for @jeollado

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"... who I am is a 53-year-old woman from Memphis Tennessee named Ana Mae Harkness. I'm ambitious, black, bisexual, angry, sad, strong, sensitive, scared, fierce, talented, exhausted - and I am at your mercy."

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Rey Vs Palpatine | by Yusi-D-Jordan

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Me: *about to be stabbed*

Murderer: ANY LAST WORDS???

Me: I was in the winter of my life, and the men i met along the road were my only summer. at night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. but I didn’t really mind because i knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. but there’s no use in talking to people who have a home. they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl. my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. and if i said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying, because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. and finally I did, on the open road. we had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art. live fast - die young - be wild - and have fun. I believe in the country america used to be. I believe in the person i want to become. i believe in the freedom of the open road. and that motto is the same as ever. “I believe in the kindness of strangers, and when i’m at war with myself, i ride, i just ride.” Who are you? are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. but I. am. free.