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Is it a sign from God when I'm sitting here thinking about how every time I think something is here to stay, a constant, it always is only a matter of time and then immediately my light bulb burns out

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God do i miss writing

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So idk the official ship name for Bill x Darcy and I always just see them referred to as "Billdarcy" and that's boring so here's my official petition to make them Dill

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I miss summer

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Big sigh

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i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf

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This song is literally my lock screen

Sure "High Times, Hard Times" won a Razzie but that doesn't mean I won't listen to that song on loop for days at a time

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I love my anatomy professor, his wedding ring is a fidget ring and that says pretty much everything you need to know about him

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Unmute !

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Should I get into crystals or is that the impending quarter life crisis talking?

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Here's your reminder that that sleek looking healthy meal kit you've been thinking about subscribing to is just TV dinners.

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Call me a victim of consumerism all you want but I just drank 64 ounces of water in the last two hours because this owala mouth piece feels nice

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NEWSIES QOTD

Race: man. them fire fire a kept me awake all night.

Mush: sirens is like lullabies to me! The louder they wail the better the headline, the better the headline the better I eat, an the better I eat-

Race: the further away from YOU I sleep.

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some thoughts about Javid and hands

David’s hands were long. ‘Elegant,’ as his mother and the older ladies at their synagogue would say. ‘Pianist hands.’ Well, David had never taken up the piano, and thus his hands seemed not to be good for much else. His fingers were long and spindly and bony, knuckles nearly poking out of the skin. They were pale, almost embarrassingly so, with blue veins running though that seemed to bleed their periwinkle color to his fingertips whenever he got the slightest chill. To David, there was nothing special about his hands. They were awkward and ink-smudged and cold to the touch, and both had a writer’s callus on the middle finger because David couldn’t use his left hand in school - besides that, though, they remained soft if not slightly dry because of David’s habit of hand-washing.

His hands were, in a way, revealing to himself, David thought.

Everything that David’s hands were, Jack’s hands were the opposite. Jack had shorter fingers - not truly short by any means, but also not markedly long like David’s own. His palms were wide, always covered with smears of charcoal and ink that were more visible on the lighter skin there. Where David’s hands were smooth, Jack’s were calloused and rough in most places - save for the spots of softness that David knew by heart. And god, they were always so warm. It was as if the very summer sun had been distilled and injected into Jack’s essence. David didn’t even mind when there was dirt or paint or charcoal on those hands and under Jack’s nails, because that was Jack.

It was odd, how well they complimented one another. David never would have expected it, but Jack’s hands fit with his own perfectly. Warm, wide hands that chased the cold from David each time. Just the right size to hold, to twine fingers together, to touch.

At least his hands were good for something after all; good for holding Jack Kelly.

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I was so right to be wtf was that

Im so scared for my Spotify Wrapped

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I am so sick and tired of pretending that Elf is a good movie