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notbeyondbirthday · 6 hours
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Fountain Pen Ink Swatches
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notbeyondbirthday · 7 hours
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misa wont u look my way
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notbeyondbirthday · 8 hours
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*liberal voice* You’re saying that as if exploitation is bad. My dad exploits people. Are you calling him a bad person?
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notbeyondbirthday · 10 hours
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notbeyondbirthday · 11 hours
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it came to me in a dream
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notbeyondbirthday · 12 hours
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anyone else relate
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notbeyondbirthday · 14 hours
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i am so weak and tired all the time. blinks beautifully at you
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Naomi Janumala & Pratik Shetty by Tarun Vishwa for Harper’s Bazaar India Magazine - September 2019
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the boss is here to see you
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ryuk’s blackmail file
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Little Dark Age
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*liberal voice* You’re saying that as if exploitation is bad. My dad exploits people. Are you calling him a bad person?
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The real damage is done by those millions who want to 'survive.' The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
— Sophie Scholl
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