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*preparing to go outside* i’m normal. i know how to cross the street. i avoid eye contact in an organic non weird way, as if i simply do not notice fellow pedestrians.

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every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am

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concept: a facemask that says "Vaccinated But I Don't Trust Y'all"

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please don't hand me the aux unless you want everyone in this car to know there's something wrong with me

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if you wore those plaid shorts like those plaid shorts in elementary school you like women now

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Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House

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Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

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pov ur me listening to the first 35 seconds of father by the front bottoms on repeat

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good morning bisexuals

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Yay.

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me: man i sure am hungry but i dont know what to eat

brain: then just fucking eat nothing

me: understandable have a good day

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Jack Butler Yeats (Irish, 1871-1957), Railway Refreshment Room, 1946. Oil on canvas, 14 x 21 in.

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I have been sitting on this since November of 2016