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girls nudes look like they could be in an art museum and boys nudes look like crime scene photographs

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when im listening to my own library and playlists i feel like a powerful wizard but when im trying to show my music taste to anyone it feels like i have a shame cone on

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i was in the grocery store and saw an onion on the ground and picked it up, absently saying “poor little guy.” behind me a teenage girl started laughing and then stopped and went “aww. i’m sorry for laughing. that’s nice actually.” and the cycle of cruelty is broken for another generation as a young person realizes that it is not embarrassing to have empathy for another thing that was once living, because certainly to be a lone white onion rolling on the ground in a supermarket would be terrifying to anyone

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Me: yes I'd like one Kent Mcfuller to go please

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“Sometimes, I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind.”

— Kent McFuller, Before I Fall

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LITERALLY OMG

Before I Fall ruined me

#ok kent mcfuller is my OFFICAL biggest fictional crush oh my god #the ending too it’s so bittersweet #i can’t i know i love sad books but they deserved moreeee #it was SO beautifully written tho #before i fall #kent mcfuller

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Quotes from “Before I Fall” by Lauren Oliver

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girl in pieces was amazing and i liked it so much i now own it. TW THO

Well girl in pieces 40 pages in is…a lot

#kahaanis reading list

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what do you do when you find poetry in a person?

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“got snap?” i have an address where you can send me roses and love letters mf act grown

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Park Sloth

(I actually wrote this for a school english workshop then read it to the entire grade + all the english teachers, I'm sobbing thinking about it)

Laying in the park to let the earth take me Slowing breaths, hands finally stop shaking Is it wrong to wish for this forever To wish for myself and the ground to bind together

Will my body be replaced by grass and clovers Unaware of other park-goers As into the ground I slowly start sinking Becoming one with the dirt, still and unblinking

The fear of this ending has me immobilised My vision of clouds becomes almost polarised I feel myself beginning to forget But I don't have even an ounce of regret

I want to stay here while I slowly decay While memories of myself fade away Lay myself to rest, looking up at the sky Don't hold my hand, try not to cry

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LOL

heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)

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Talin Tahajian, “It’s November again” [ID in ALT]

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i fucking love music and songs. do people know about this stuff. have people heard about this

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Kyla Jamieson, from “Future Body Self-Portrait,” in Body Count [ID in ALT]

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I miss when library books used to have little paper pockets inside with a list of all the people who borrowed it and when... I hate that this is now exclusive knowledge of librarians. I do care that a miss Mariana borrowed this book in 1985 and then Dario in 1997. They're my brothers and sisters