#hellotwentysomething

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Hello Twenty Something, Whether it be how old you are or the time period we live in. Hello. My writings come from the deepest parts of my mind. This is me expressing myself. This is me showing the world who I truly am. It's going to involve a lot of psychology, a lot of Philosophy, and a lot of ideas that might not be on the most popular mindset of everyone else. Welcome. My names Lauren and I shall be your host on this magnificent ride through twenty something.

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curling up on the couch, ordering chinese food, and watching documentaries on netflix: next time on teresa and nic live a college au

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marthur replied to your post: hellotwentysomething replied to your quote: I...

look I would be more worried about people who DIDN’T want to sleep with Courfeyrac, frankly

truer words, etc. etc. 

(see, teresa, i told you the internet wouldn't judge you.) 

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hellotwentysomething replied to your quote: I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP WITH COURFEYRAC HOW DO I DO...

What must the Internet think of me after reading all your posts of the things I say?

i'm pretty sure the internet has heard worse, from me and otherwise.

for example, i might tell the internet this: 

after teresa sent me that first text, i responded with nonsensical capslocking to the effect of "why yes, i agree, having sex with courfeyrac would be rather mind-blowing, wouldn't it?"

to which she replied: PLEASE HOW DO I

and then i said: IF I KNEW, I WOULD BE GETTING EATEN OUT BY A HOT FRENCH DANDY INSTEAD OF SITTING IN CARIBOU, TRUST ME, DARLING

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I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP WITH COURFEYRAC HOW DO I DO IT

teresa

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sometimes teresa and i have a collective moment of lucidity in which we realize that our lives are someone's college au

for example

she is currently sitting on the floor painting while i am curled up around my laptop reading jacobin magazine and ranting about politics

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to all the writers who can write flawless dirty talk, i am buying you all edible arrangements.

teresa, reading fic

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we may or may not be singing a parody of the 'prologue' from les mis that describes our current academic agony.

i have no regrets.