haliawrites
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halia — 23 — german — libra loves crossword puzzles, tea and other old people activities even though i am hella scared of growing old
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haliawrites · 5 years ago
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i am moving blogs
this is just a soft heads-up because over the past years i have gathered quite a few followers and maybe some of you want to keep up with me or unfollow this soon-to-be-dead blog. i noticed that i’ve grown past all the rp-content on this blog and want a clean slate, i guess. 
i will re-follow friends, mutuals and beloved blogs over at my new blog but if anybody else would like to follow me over there it’s @staubundschutt
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Jay McInerney, Story of My Life
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self care is creating a life you don’t routinely have to escape from
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polly.florence
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St. Ursus Cathedral, Solothurn, Switzerland
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“How do I stop carrying everything that has ever happened to me?”
— Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak (via buttonpoetry)
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Say You Will (2017) Directed by Nick Naveda
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Rijksmuseum (8 August, 2019)
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“Restless and full of uncertain angry moods, and above all lonely.”
— Josephine W. Johnson, from “Now In November,” published c. 1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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me: why did i not cry about my own trauma until i saw it replicated on a tv show
the tiny simone de beauvoir who lives in my left ear: the fictional woman is a vehicle for the ineffable traumas of your feminine self.
me: thank you madame de beauvoir
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