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love the way we finish each others' sentences. it's like we're soulmates or the beastie boys
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youve died a thousand times before who caaares just climb out of this grave again & again &agaian & agaian & again & again & aga
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You know what, despite the horrors, at least there's still butches.
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thinking about how the word "haunt" can act as a synonym for both "pursuit" and "dwelling"
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when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love
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rip to mary oliver but i’m different. i do have to walk on my knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
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My father always told me: "If you want to go for a run, go for a run, don't look for company. Sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, like-minded people will find you themselves." And only recently have I realized that this principle works everywhere.
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I love when machinery gets really hot and starts smelling bad and destroying itself it's almost sexual. I didn't mean that
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