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i don't think i can go through the dsmp world i dont think i can do it. i already get such a horrible aching loneliness playing minecraft if i play in that post apocalyptic wasteland that is that smp i will be so fucked up 😭😭
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to be perfectly honest. i don't care if it is cheesy or cliched or idealistic. i like stories where the core of it is about kindness, the warmth we can offer others and the gentleness we receive in return. maybe the moral of the story IS love triumphs. it better fucking be
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Illuminated gravestones at a cemetery in Hafnarfjörour, Iceland
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halloween is supposed to be our favorite holiday and i dont even care . i havent even got a costume. the leaves are turning orange and i havent even stopped to look yet. its like everywhere i turn i lose another piece of myself
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you do not miss them btw. you miss the version of them you created in your head to which they never lived up to
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why does it feel like everyone always leaves me in the end
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Random glimpses of adolescence.
*all my personal photos, PLEASE do not steal
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Sarah Anne Johnson. Sunset # 2 (Bedazzled), 2018.
pigment print w/ holographic tape + adhesive
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i dont live there at all anymore so this isnt doxxing dw but the california paradise fire in 2018 will never ever ever fucking leave me. we didnt lose our house in it bc we lived in the neighboring city but it fucking haunts me. i remember getting off school and walking home and the sky was this bright orange red and there wasnt a single car on the road bc everyone was evacuating and it was so fucking quiet it was terrifying. i think thats one of the reasons my zombie phobia got so bad after that. it really felt like the world was ending. we couldn't leave our house for the longest time because of how bad the air got and we lived off boxes of spam and milano cookies from the emergency shelters. i remember the smell of fire sticking to my skin like glue. my eyes burned for weeks
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