My wallet has become a sanctuary of your photograph.
The worn leather of my mundane pouch whispers tales of journeys shared, but none echoes as sweetly as the crinkled paper where your smile resides. This cage of wealth is a love sonnet etched in pixels鈥攁 silent vow that transcends the fleeting value of gold.
jude.
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killing myself in front of your house
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You're in her DMs
I have her blocked
You will understand in time
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sometimes i fantasise about people shutting the fuck up
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anyway. time to be weird about it
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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures
my psych book:
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i miss missing you
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I don't need a chain, got a noose as my necklace
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rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from
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mark ferrari
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the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
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No one is too busy, you just not a priority.
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me? both avoiding and craving attention? you bet
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lazyyyy <3
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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"
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