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part of the reason our government does nothing as our lakes and rivers dry up and our forests burn and our air becomes poisonous and species are dying off en masse and the planet is dying and will be uninhabitle within a handful of generations is bc they're all terminally christian and earnestly believe that there can't possibly be more than 2 or 3 generations before jesus returns anyways so none of this matters to them
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Devil Woman
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I love the thought of being with you, but maybe it's the thought of not being SO ALONE!
If I try to confess my love for,
Scones!
I just wanna say something real quick, please shh, listen,
I love,
These scones.
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In our own world, always
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★ 【黒イ森】 「 ブルマ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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song for zula, phosphorescent c. 2013
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I think this is the first time I actually related to/enjoyed a Miley Cyrus song. I interpret it in my own way. I think I've always been in love with the idea of love. However, I can love myself better than anyone. After the physical enjoyment ends, most people annoy me. I enjoy myself more than anyone could enjoy me. At least for now hah.
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Every Chinese New Year I wonder if it’s a time of celebration or time of mourning. Some years I’m able to be happy and grow nostalgic about the past, about the country I was born in, about the place where half of my family still reside. Other years I just want to forget. 
I’m an adult now, but when I think of my homeland, I feel like a lost child again. I can’t help but wonder what life would have been like had my mother not left for America, had my parents not split apart, had mother and father not replace me with their new families. 
I want the memories to burn, but year after year I still can’t let go.
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