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i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. I care so much I could literally vomit.

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.

Lessons from the 90s that children today need

cant do the mutual first memory rb game because i genuinely cant remember anything. i dont know you were all my mutuals at birth. we were joined by the stars and by blogging

m,y first memory is that I Loved You and do still

crossfaded on what no longer is and what remains to be seen