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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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Leila Chatti, from “Tea”
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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you must try so hard to be this annoying
no it actually comes to me quite naturally
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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Can’t a girl just do the worst that she can …
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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fühl' mich so fehl am platz
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 20 days ago
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ibuprofen is a type of angel that can live inside a bottle in your house
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 1 month ago
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“It sucks when you’re so hurt that you have to be high, drunk or on drugs, so you can get on a higher level then the rest of the world just to smile. That’s what’s fucked up.”
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 1 month ago
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{ Words by Megan Fernandes, from "Fabric in Tribeca," in Good Boys / Silas Melvin, from "Twenty," Grit }
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 1 month ago
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 2 months ago
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we would be so lost without garlic
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 3 months ago
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sure jesus may have suffered but did he ever have to go to work on his period
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 3 months ago
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ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 3 months ago
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?wieso immer so extrem?
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gedankenprodukt-welt · 4 months ago
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