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my sister's pin board for me is the best depiction of me yall could never
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That night I learned there are two kinds of hunger. The first I can satisfy with cheeseburgers and chocolate milk, but there’s a second part of me, biding it’s time. It can go on like that for months, maybe even years, but sooner or later I’ll give in to it. It's like there’s a great big hole inside me, and once it takes his shape he's the only thing that can fill it.

πŸ“– Bones and all, Camille DeAngelis
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Ϊ†ΫŒΩ„ Ω†Ψ―Ψ§Ψ±Ω…
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even statues crumble if they're made to wait
"I'm just nervous, he says. I feel like
it's pretty obvious I don't want you
to leave. In a tiny voice she says: I
don't find it obvious what you want."
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need to erase this show from my memory so id never watch it at all actually
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feeling disgusting and undesirable in my body and my mind and ive been sad continuously for 2 days and on top of everything i do not want to study anymore and what the fuck i feel so small like a pollen or something
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And I miss you, like autumn leaves falling down when the trees are half-dead, like birds singing as the first rays of sunshine hit the earth, like trying my best to capture running water between my hands when I was a child, like evenings reflecting my loneliness back to me like some mirror glowing in the distance, like sending smoke signals on a deserted island, like knitting gloves to your hands' measurements and not being able to even wear them now that I can't send them to you, like walking the length of a city and still feeling the emptiness where your place should've been, like finding silence excruciating, like staring at the ceiling for hours, like the sight of my own written words making me sick, like... like nothing. I just miss you.
damn my FUCKING LIFEEEEEE
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the audacity of men will never cease to amaze me
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i honestly want to die
how low can people be thinking of me
it's all my own fault as well