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shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

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current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

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the feminine urge to delete every social media and disappear.

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George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert written c. November 1866

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i like u - niki ☆

like & reblog if you save/use!

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Elizabeth Acevedo, from The Poet X; “Final Draft of Assignment 1 (What I Actually Turn In)”

[Text ID: “Sometimes it seems like writing is the only way I keep from hurting.”]

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“Remember me to yourself when drunk. I am not worth a sober thought.”

— Lord Byron, from a letter to Francis Hodgson (June 25, 1809) [×]

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@the-reverii

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♩ ⁺ ⠀┄ (☆﹏☆) 𓏸𓈒

♩ ⁺ @y-ujin ┄ 𓏸𓈒

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Frances

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“I have no need for a world without you in it.”

— Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You

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be a girl who isn’t afraid to fill her cup first. metaphorically but also literally. stay hydrated bitch.

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𓊆 🪨 ㅣ 🦢 ㅣ 🪝 𓊇

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you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.

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"I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder‘d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr‘d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you."

— — John Keats in a letter to his fiancé Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819.

[GEN Z TRANSLITERATION]

“I have been astonished that Bros could die Simps for the grind – I have cring’d at it – I cringe no more – I could become a Simp for my Grind – Slaying is my grind – I could fuck with that – I could fuck with you.”

— John Yeets in a letter to his situationship Fanny Brawne, 13 October 1819.