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triple text me when i’m not replying so i know ur feelin’ me

Stickin ur feet in a river is cleansing. You just roll up your pant legs and step into the stream. Bam. You’re a new man.

Apparently the current proposed name of the hypothetical ninth planet is Persephone which is such a good name I’m mad I didn’t think of it.

I’m into this

I can’t believe none of the reasons were “It’s what Pluto would want.”

#if he can’t be a planet at least his wife can

I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.

Millennial culture is having two wildly different conversations with the same person on two different apps at the exact same time