I know tumblr is everyones little diary, but dear god if I see one more yearning post from someone who is unavailable I'm gonna unalive!!!

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I know tumblr is everyones little diary, but dear god if I see one more yearning post from someone who is unavailable I'm gonna unalive!!!

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First result in the sunglasses store aren’t sunglasses.
It might be safer for the public that not all of our unhingedness makes it out into the open
it probably is…XD
he’s in the latke
quinn has a page lol
i mean she’s clearly equally as important as puff.
be honest, be silly, be kind.
ralph waldo emerson

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Every day I'm surrounded by these strangers with familiar faces. The nameless boy with the freckle behind his neck, or the girl with the bun who flips her pen in between her fingers after writing down a sentence. I recognize their voices - I recognize their place. I listen to their story while it's told to me in silence. I understand these strangers with the familiar faces - the intimate details of their words left unsaid become the words I speak, because I'm just another stranger with a familiar face too. Our worlds meet quietly, our interactions customary, until the day when we become strangers with unfamiliar faces - our unspoken words, washed away like footprints in the sand.