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emmasued · 2 months
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i have got to go missing
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emmasued · 2 months
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i say "godspeed, soldier" way too much for someone who puts their faith in neither god nor the military
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emmasued · 2 months
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Good morning, you have to be the thing that saves you
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emmasued · 2 months
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wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal
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emmasued · 2 months
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cats would be so fucking upset if they understood they were missing out on the ability to lie verbally
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emmasued · 3 months
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once again gripping my sink in the mirror repeating: call me whatever you like. i am what i must be. call me whatever you like. i am what i must be. call me whatever you like. i am what i must be. call me whatever you like. i am what i must be. call me whatever you like. i am what i must be. call me whatever you like. i am what i must be.
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emmasued · 3 months
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i once said to you “if you notice, everyone is really just waiting for their turn to talk.” we laughed about how true it was to us. but actually, i’m always waiting for your turn to speak.
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emmasued · 3 months
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post-post clarity when you're looking at your post on the dash like who gives a fuck. delete
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emmasued · 5 months
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so if anyone ever needs a fantasy book rec, please please please read we hunt the flame! i cannot express my love for this book enough other than that i want to be buried with it.
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emmasued · 5 months
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*going through a really hard time* i will survive this but not unaltered
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emmasued · 6 months
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i look for you in everyone.
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emmasued · 7 months
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the greeks were right: we are two halves of the same person. our souls were entwined before the dinosaurs roamed the earth, and will remain so long after we are gone. our atoms will travel back into the universe to be a part of the same star. no matter the distance, or the universe, our souls will find a way back to each other.
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emmasued · 7 months
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i think i just need to be young and dumb. and do things that make no sense, because nothing makes sense anyway. wear my heart on my sleeve and let it be broken, but remember that love given is never wasted. laugh a little too loud and tell jokes that only my best friend would think are funny. be stupidly spontaneous and end up in places i didn’t know existed. the joy of life is in the unknown, and i refuse to let it slip through my fingers.
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emmasued · 7 months
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sometimes i think i was made to be broken. to be cracked and flawed, but to still be standing. to be a mirrored image of atlas: holding the world on my shoulders, but holding the entire world on my shoulders. i cannot fathom something stronger than that.
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emmasued · 8 months
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in this life, you must remember that you are the person you will spend it with. so make sure you’re able to hang out with yourself, go get a coffee and watch the people pass by the window. take yourself on dates and remember that your mind is the most interesting thing about you. you are your own person, made up by moments and memories no one else has. so chin up, you cannot give love freely if you don’t know how to give it to yourself.
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emmasued · 8 months
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they say dying for someone is the most intense love you can have for someone. but i would die for a stranger on the street. i would live for you. i do live for you. even when things are hard and my mind is heavy, i live for you.
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emmasued · 9 months
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my love language, i’m learning, is not just a category made to understand the complexities of love. it’s sushi at 9:45pm. it’s doing homework in the same room. it’s calling every single day, even if we’ve ran out of things to talk about. it’s sitting next to each other doing completely different things. it’s making eye contact when you’re thinking the same thing. my love language consists of “are you okay?” and “how was your day?” and also “how is work?” it’s “i’m at a beautiful place and i wish you were next to me.” my love language is never getting tired of hanging around the same people. it’s my social battery recharges in your presence. my love language is “i wish you could see yourself the way i do.” it’s “i could be alone if i wanted to be” and a subliminal “don’t worry, you’re still with me for a reason.” it’s being with other people and still wanting to be in your presence, in my presence. my love language isn’t butterflies and being weak in the knees. it’s seeing you and feeling safe. it’s seeing you and feeling at home. my love language is healing hearts you didn’t break and knowing it’s not your job but doing it anyway. it’s fierce protection and unwavering readiness to be there when you need me.
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