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the anti-establishment birds succeed again

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me when I'm 33

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Ok friends, listen up. We all do it. Every year we wait 9 months for fall. We daydream of long walks in crunching leaves, hot chocolate, warm sweaters and orange sunsets bringing a chill to the air. And every year the season flies by and we miss it. By reposting this, you promise to take the time to treat yourself to the magic that is autumn. Make it happen. Because life is short.

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🍁autumn-dreamin🍁

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Sinner

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I've been thinking about writing to you for a while. A friend told me at one point it would help, since I'll never get the opportunity to speak with you again. I don't know if they think it'll provide closure - it won't. But I think in some way they're right. In some way it's a method for me to pay some respect to you, maybe.

I miss you. I miss you a whole lot. You were gone way before I could've been ready for something like this; but lately, I've been figuring out that you're never really ready for anything. Things happen, and you navigate them to the best of your ability, or not, and then more things happen. I wish I could tell you all the stupid things I've done over the last six months and laugh about them with you. I wish I could see the soul in your eyes embrace mine, because it never mattered how much I fucked up. Shits been real wild since you've been gone. I've gotten some experiences (and am still experiencing things) that not even most of my friends have. It's real strange because I think we've had this idea that I was too small or too stuck in this little place to go through some of these things - but here we are. I've never wanted to leave this place more, but you beat me to the punch. I'm still planning on moving after all this blows over, I wish you could see it happen. I'll probably write to you again then, too. I thought about writing this under my writing blog, I know you were one of like 5 people who would read my stuff, but it felt too personal. I've been figuring shit out, probably owe you a big thanks, but I'd like to believe a lot of it has been on my own. I've found a group here that's like family, and I know leaving that is going to be hard too. Maybe I'll be better at keeping in touch by then. Maybe I should be writing to them like I'm writing to you now. Not maybe. Definitely. You know I've always valued memories and sentiment more than money or ego, and that's truer now than ever. I'm struggling financially more than I ever have but I think you'd be proud to know I've sold some art finally and I'll be an artist of the month at that local book store we liked. Selling originals and paintings. I'm going to put whatever I make from that towards a tattoo machine. Ian and I have been practicing with his. Passions are high, stagnant routines are low. My heart is lower. But I'll be damned if you didn't fill it up first. I guess that's what makes anything sink, eh? Too full of anything and you'll drown with it. Did you feel that way too? I wish I could've known how you were feeling and doing before you left. I wish you could tell me what to expect from here on out, but you and I both know that's not something I need. I love you so much, thanks for showing me all you did, you clairvoyant bastard. I'll see you on the flip side.

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the phrase “earn a living” is so vile and disgusting and evil

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i should be on a mountain somewhere

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Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

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Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

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Just because I have sadness in my heart does not make me a sad person. I can carry this pain, and still hold a flame of hope and love to bring light into darkness. I am not a sad person.

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— Nitya Prakash

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For your peace of mind do not try to understand everything.

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this poem is about being nonbinary.

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