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i find all these marlboro country ads so charming


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i thought forcemasc posts would get me going but its already gotten stale. every post is like ''punch your neighbour! lets cut up bodies!'' what if i want a lukewarm beer. what if i like to sit on my porch and listens to the insects. what if i wanna play guitar hero
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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
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maybe i need to accept that every part of life is transitionary. i think would give the world to be able to lie in the grass with my friends. to come home and to be able to breathe. to not constantly feel like a butcher. i breathe other people's lives. i sweat other people's tears.
somewhere within me is still that young child that plays the piano and lies in the grass with friends, i think. i wish i could preserve that in a way that would make it tangible. probably a foolish wish, but not entirely. i stood in the grocery store and thought of my recently deceased patient, who was once a child. something of us always sticks with another. what are we, as people, to one another?
i have very steady hands, so as a kid i wanted to be a pianist. i played the piano up to two hours a day to stay on a professional level. tutors and recitals every week. then one day i made the choice to quit and now i work at the hospital.
i feel like i definitely shedded a part of myself. even though i own a digital piano in my apartment i rarely play anymore. somehow that belongs to a carefree 16 year old. sometimes it feels like there is very little music in what i do.
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i have very steady hands, so as a kid i wanted to be a pianist. i played the piano up to two hours a day to stay on a professional level. tutors and recitals every week. then one day i made the choice to quit and now i work at the hospital.
i feel like i definitely shedded a part of myself. even though i own a digital piano in my apartment i rarely play anymore. somehow that belongs to a carefree 16 year old. sometimes it feels like there is very little music in what i do.
#i think the long hours are driving me mad. i've got 5 days off for the first time in months and i don't know what to do#ive cleaned my entire apartment. now what
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Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck”, Deaf Republic
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it's crazy when gay men are misogynistic because at every high school debate there's a teenage girl fighting for gay rights like she's their personal lawyer
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tilts me when people are deeply into “gore” like its a gimmick. anyone in the forensic field will roll their eyes at you so hard pick up a fucking weight and do something with your life bruh. this aint no way to be i cannot empathise.
ppl are out there trying their best to better society and you havent grown out of the adrenaline of someone blendering their hand? fucking childish shit.
truly now i’m an adult i just wince at how embarrassin that shit is. aint no one wanna hang out with you weirdoes
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coyote. he. cardiothoracic neurosurgeon. gym rat. 18+ blog. i lay pipe like a stray dog. i like to talk to myself here. there's no real line of thought to this blog.

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what does your tattoo say :o
''the pain and pleasure of being'' in spanish
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