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chanthereaper · 4 years
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sum times i think life is shit n rlly wanna die but when i realize dere r ppl depending on me n ppl in way worse situations dat need inspiration n guiandance it makes me realize dat tha pain im in ain shit n makes it all feel worth it.
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‘We do not fear anarchy… we invoke it!’
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★s★r★c★
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Graffiti seen in Minneapolis during the riotous protests following the police murder of George Floyd
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chanthereaper · 4 years
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i don’t know how to explain these feelings
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chanthereaper · 4 years
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“Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3 am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”
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chanthereaper · 5 years
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chanthereaper · 5 years
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i’m damaged
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chanthereaper · 5 years
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I lied for you and you lied to me.
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meet mr. nice guy.
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ten lines deep now i can't see.
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chanthereaper · 5 years
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“I feel so fucked up, so depressed, so useless, I just wanna go to sleep and not wake up ever again.”
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chanthereaper · 5 years
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“Maybe one day we’ll be sitting next to each other on the edge of the bed and you’ll tell me you love me. Maybe one day I’ll come surprise you on Sunday morning and your bedroom door will be locked. Maybe one day you’ll find my hair tie in your drawer and you’ll sleep with it around your wrist. Maybe one day I’ll meet a boy in a coffee shop and I’ll finally stop thinking about you. Maybe one day you’ll be waiting outside of my office with roses and you’ll tell me you miss me. Maybe one day we’ll pass each other in Grand Central and you’ll do a double take because my hair is darker now and you’ll wonder how I spent my last 6 months. Maybe one day I’ll find your soccer jersey in my closet and I won’t feel anything at all.”
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