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YOU ARE THE REASON
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Not today Justin
Origami Around
Kiana Khansmith
The Stonewall Inn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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The Bowery Presents
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@tinypocketgf
when we started dating, i told him that he was the nicest boy ever. i repeated it and repeated it throughout our relationship. sometimes he’d laugh and tell me that it was the bare minimum - that i should always be treated like that. obviously he didn’t understand what i meant or where i was coming from. maybe that’s why this hurts so much; because he did something only a bad person would do, and that means he wasn’t a nice boy like i had told the both of us.
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i listened to 60k minutes of music this year, and one of my friends texted me like “omg you literally spent 42 whole days listening to music you’re perfect” while another friend texted me with “are you okay. i listened to 11k and thought that was a lot. there’s not even time in the world for 60k” so split crowd on this one
reblog and tag how many minutes you spent listening to music. like mental illness meter i guess
today is the first time i spend a night out since you left. 3 weeks to the date. just as confused, but now so willing to be out of the house and mean it.
little by little i will save my life and the rot in my stomach will swell into something sweet and it’ll sit on my tongue and i will think to myself how silly it is to wallow when there is a sun that shines and hands that reach for other hands. little by little i will remember every vessel in me bears the promise that most sweet things shall stay alive for as long as i live alongside them. little by little i will leave my head for the real world and i will fearlessly dangle my feet on tall grass and without hesitance reach for a star knowing with absolute certainty that i can never hold it close or call it mine and that it’ll never love me back or yearn for me half as much. so here we are, me and my hope, and our only means of staying tethered together which is through the little by the little. little by little i will save my life not as some monumental course-altering endeavour of bigness and bravery and prettyness like in the poems… but by simply putting my life in warm clothes.
breaking news: you can’t physically relive a memory you can only long for it [news breaks me]
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“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”
— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water
panera bread is the only place that’ll probably never spell my name right
Panera Bread is the only place that employs honest loyal men and then their whore employee women seduce them and basically their all a bunch of sluts. West Saint Paul Panera whores… I hate you.
where u taking me?
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Michael Myers Pequeño
remember go nuts show nuts whatever
this wasnt a suggestion im talking abt tumblrs old nsfw policy
am i allowed to say stuff on here?
i wanted to feel loved without feeling like i was begging for it
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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
i dont know why we spend so much time writing about unrequited love when the saddest type of love is that with a time-limit. love that doesn’t want to end, but is forced to. time that deserves more, wants more, needs more, but has to stop. two lovers forced to go separate ways, two souls crying for one another across oceans. every touch feels like a goodbye, every kiss is tinged with sadness. these are the stories that break us like no other because these are the stories we can’t bear to imagine for ourselves. anybody can handle somebody never loving them in the first place. but how do we learn how to live without our other halves? how do we get used to that loss?
