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loneliness burns as it purifies btw

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i could get over you but where is the artistic integrity in that?

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hey sexy. I can tell by the frequency of your blog updates that you are once again avoiding it all

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“I am a collection of dismantled almosts.”

— Anne Sexton, “Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters”

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did you know you’re haunting my narrative?

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its okay to be a stupid bitch with no career aspirations ... embrace it

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Look out everybody!! I just popped a handful of pills (melatonin, magnesium, and ibuprofen) and I’m ready to party!!! (Rot under a weighted blanket with my kindle)

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Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)

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pieces of me ive given away ache in the pockets of familiar strangers

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made of love & made to love

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Quick sketch

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“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.

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*looks out my window and sees the moon* hi baby