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I don’t think she cared but to me it felt like I lost my sister.

life has moved so far from that time, and yet i remember it all.

weve decided not to move forward with you at this position because a meteor has hit our office and destroyed the whole shit big mode. we hope your job search goes well

why is my family like succession but without the money?

if cities are vampires then small towns are ghosts i think. cities constantly hunger for fresh blood, but the blood that sustains a small town is an old and dried stain that you can never entirely scrub out. a city will feed on you, but if you truly want to leave, it can't keep you. a small town will follow you anywhere. it lingers like a chill at every threshold. once it has you, it has no intention of ever letting you go.

the reason you drive out to the edge of town to discuss your plans to leave someday is so that it can't hear you

one day you wake up and it’s literally saturday

you guys will never guess what day it is

saturday (its friday)

*covered in blood* i applied for the job

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

i can't believe francesca by hozier is a real song. it feels like a religious experience, like the second coming of christ, like first love and first heartbreak, like touching the earth with the sun on your back, like wine-stained lips, and passion greater than life itself