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being on tumblr desktop version is so fucking funny like girl i’m bloggin’

hm sometimes i wish i was one of those people who moves thousands of miles away and never looks back and has a ton of adventures unmoored from their past and where they’re from but i can’t help looking back and i’m deeply, fervently defined by every person, thing, or place i’ve ever loved

formative years? aren’t they all?

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

god the horrible urge to vague post is eating me alive but i must

someone wronged me once

I love writing about New England and family and friendships and critters and trees and weather and there ain’t a damn thing gonna change

so i can drink 2-3 litres of water a day, eat, and i still get headaches? implode the earth. i don’t fucking care for this shit anymore

noah kahan's the great divide is like. what if you died and came back wrong but the "death" was you leaving your hometown and the "came back wrong" is the change in the way everyone, including your own parents, perceives you even when you do return and the relationships that have been soured by your absence

the great divide is like what if you stayed and it haunted you and what if you left and it haunted you and what if you came back and it haunted you