self isolating to cope is great until you look up one day and years have passed and you realise no one knew you when you were 18 or 19 or 20 or 21 and now they never will
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“I miss you more than I remember you.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
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I actually think eldest daughters should be allowed at least one instance in their entire lives to just completely lose their shit
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"If you crush a cockroach, you're a hero. If you crush a beautiful butterfly, you're a villain. Morals have aesthetic criteria."
~ Nietzsche
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me as a 20-something year old in the 21st century reading about some 50 year old politician from 1st century BC rome: wow he's just like me fr
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― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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Because Vampires can only sleep in sacred earth that has later been rendered unhallowed in some way - that is, specifically desecrated earth - the dissolution of the monasteries under Henry VIII Tudor and the concomitant iconoclasm and destruction of the Abbeys left England uniquely vulnerable to vampiric expansion due to a glut of ruined holy sites. In this essay I will
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the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
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Only hot people cry on their birthday
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hot girl summer is over it’s officially time for haunted whore halloween
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maybe in a few 100 years, a kid would stumble upon my Tumblr account and I hope it is as poetic as finding a vintage locket in an old forgotten dresser
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a picturesque coming-of-age: muffled conversations, sighs in front of the bathroom mirror, feet dangling off the kitchen counter, waiting for the last train, fingers brushing as coffee is passed, old cars on their last leg, the laughter of strangers, rose-tinted glasses, a moment ruined, words left unsaid
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sometimes i feel like the only place i can truly exist is when the first beams of light begin to poke through the window, shadows long and alive, book or pen or teacup in hand, soft music dancing through the air.
alone.
peaceful, yet hostile.
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oh to be visited every hundred years by a mysterious being whom I call my friend
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my goal in life is to have a green velvet chaise lounge to dramatically fling myself across at every minor inconvenience
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so ready to live out my hot girl liberal arts school autumn
but...
if i don't find a girlfriend this autumn so i can reenact 'we fell in love in october' what is even the point
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