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Melbourne, Straya... cunt ✮ The fragments of my endeavour in thought consolidation and creative venture curated on tumblecunt 4 ur viewing pleasure, it's like.... my pleasure in others peoples leisure™ I write shit.

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[thyfuckness]

5 years MAX bfore the tramp stamps back in fashion

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*holds murder weapon in front of security camera like a beauty guru*

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It’s been about a week, maybe more, maybe less, but the time feels about right and i need more, why do i seek out something that always inevitably leaves me saturated and soaking with the damp heaviness of pain... just pain; pure, dark heavy weighted pain- if you could touch energy... right now it would be dull and dense... it’s funny, i thought the autopsy report would bring me some closure.. so i can stop feeling guilty and stupid for feeling so much for someone i never even met.... fucking idiot, but instead its bought with it the realisation that that’s it now, no more news, no more pages to this story... and with that things begin to slow down- a new article, a new bit of information, an update, nothing new for another month, then 6 months, 1 year, 2, 3, 4- until it’s almost like you don’t even exist anymore... or rather that you never did, until you exist only within the anecdotes of fallen has-beens or hidden amongst the autobiographical pages of tomorrows legend who’s story has somehow become entwined with yours, and you become nothing more than the crazy story, told by the crazy has been, about the dead guy- the young star who died a tragic death.

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[thyfuckness]

What if greatness could be the achilles heel of existence rather than its apex? Because how could one attain such achievement in the absence of attachment? What if the equilibrium of existence and greatness cannot be mutual, does greatness lead to spiritual debility of inevitability?

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Omg. I think i wanna be a madam when i’m an old lady... tho hopefully techology will have advanced enough to were i still look hot and young at 80.... still tho, owning some augmented-reality brothel would be fucking amazing.

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20/09/18

I didn’t think it was possible Dave Hughes was capable of entertainment, and Serena Williams can get fucked.

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And here I am, still searchin your name, 

in the goddam search bar, every fuckin’ day....

fuck.