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the impulse to hide what I'm doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I'm literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I'll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I'm looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans

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i think i’ll continue to wear a mask when this shit’s all over, and huge sunglasses. my face is none of your business

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Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

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Source

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“WHY AM I GETTING TURNED ON BY THAT”

— me every single time (via suspend)

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when people from real life stumble upon your tumblr and you’re just

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memory is a fickle thing.

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it's like a hieronymus bosch painting in here

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people really came for hozier for his four year hiatus as if they have clocks in the woods

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My friend sent this to her Professor today