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High off confrontation,
heavy with anticipation for,
What this ache must infer,
A different girl
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But what will happen when winter comes, when the days grow short and my soul is wrapped in sorrow and cold? Who will remind me of the warmth of summer, if not the lens through which I capture my fleeting joys? When my skin is washed clean of its glow and my emotions run dry, who will restore the shimmer to my eyes, if not the flash?
Every day, my chest tightens under the weight of time passing, the slow, inevitable drift toward old age. I am sinking into this thought, deeper and deeper, as if the mere act of looking back could keep the present from slipping away
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Andddddd what do I do to this stupid flesh in my chest that still mourns a love it never really knew
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i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.
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noodles board! looking pretty delishos. anyhow
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so much of my life is missing people and places.
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