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If youre vulnerable with people they will use it against you even if they say they never will

People don't actually care they just don't want to hear about it

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People don't actually care they just don't want to hear about it

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General question to reblog and tell me in the tags;

You go into a used bookstore - what are the two sections you head to first?

#classics and mystery

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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a shipwreck is literally a type of corpse

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getting my wounds of st. sebastian done at claire's

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They should invent a brain that lets you sleep

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“Weird Little Town” is absolutely my favorite subgenre of speculative fiction

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on december

albert camus notebooks \\ oliver herford i heard a bird sing (via @soracities) \\ charles wright the world of the ten thousand things: poems 1980-1990: "december journal" \\ nelly sachs the enigmas of night \\ regina spektor soviet kitsch: "december" \\ natalie diaz manhattan is a lenape word (via @metamorphesque) \\ renée brock streets, a song (tr. linkhorn & judy cochran)

kofi

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-Emily Dickinson

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“It was November — the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

- Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Montgomery

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November is a long breath. It's a transition between autumn and winter. The days are shorter and nights are gloomy. November is merely a formality, a procedure before December and new year. It's a month never longed for, nor loved. A month when over, is forgotten. November is when hearts are broken.

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𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟: vanilla macarons, soft rain, oversized blazers & cashmere cardigans, cinnamon scented candles, velvet hair ribbons, spending nights by the fireplace

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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟺, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[ID. October 4. I feel restless and vicious. END ID]

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The truth is that I loved you the best that I could, softened my bite to gently hold you in between my teeth, and you will still call me a monster, still accuse me of cruelty. I was kind to you, but you didn't want to see it, and so you will not.

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We need to keep making 9/11 jokes until some corporation tries to jump in on the meme and gets promptly executed by the public

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“I want a bf” “I want a gf” okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????