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cant believe im a real person what the hell. the good lord will just make anybbody
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remember when jane eyre is like “I cant live here anymore” so she just leaves and like. walks into the moors or whatever and almost dies of exposure? bc I really feel that
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Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
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oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash
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mutuals lets nap. lets just sleep. i am giving you all extra blankets
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Leila Chatti, from “Tea”
#i also rage & hug my mami & my siblings & my nieces & my baby nephew#i hold my friends’ hands & i laugh with them about silly small things#& I fight my landlord & & &
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my beautiful girlfriend libby who lives in my phone and tells me many tales and stories
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i do think headphone’s number one utility is ‘no one notices i’ve played the same song sixty times in a row now’
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what if writers did streams like artists did
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I know your tenderness like the very palm of my hand.
— Idea Vilariño, Poemas de Amor/Love Poems, transl by Jesse Lee Kercheval, (2020)
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eating a ridiculously spicy soup at least once a week is needed for sustained joy and a healthy life
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