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Hi this currently has 37 thousand notes and I just want to ask - why?

Big Things Are Coming

pass the bong this shits unbearable

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

bro, what's wrong? the joyous whimsy i usually see behind your eyes seems dull and lifeless today. bro

okay but saying "i wish i had known you sooner" — like the love in my heart is growing so big and fast for you that i wish i had the opportunity to have you way earlier by my side, because i want to love you longer than i can do now. my love for you reaches my past and makes a place for you.

who wants to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket and fix me

The concept of I love you in every life but sometimes we get reincarnated as the subjects of paintings and the characters of books and today you are the girl in the painting I take picture after picture of at the museum but tomorrow you are my wife. and yesterday I was the book heroine you sighed over but the day before that I was your lover. all I know is that our souls will find each other even shattered. even whole.