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“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

listening to the same music i used to listen when i was 14-15 is something else i'm still her i'm nothing like her anymore she knew everything she knew nothing she was so right she was so wrong

in my richard papen era (student freezing in apartment without heating)

isnt it strange to know that shipping patrochilles u have something in common w plato and alexander the great

thank u Andrew Hozier-Byrne for writing songs that require a whole-ass liberal arts degree and possibly a minor in classics or Irish literature to understand the allusions, thus providing enrichment for all the girlies (gender-neutral) who started out as English majors in undergrad.

The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

19th century books will kill off a main character in one sentence and then spend 3 pages describing a street

The intimacy of carrying your loved ones photo in your wallet or in heart shaped locket.

i am a different person than who i was last year. my hair is longer and i cry less and i am stronger. i am a different person than who i was six months ago. i am free and different and am embracing change. i am a different person than who i was a month ago. i sit in the sunlight without worry and i don’t let things stick and i look up and smile. i am a different person than who i was last week. i explore more and look at the sky and laugh more. i am a different person than who i was yesterday. i let go and breathe. i am whole.