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“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
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"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed
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this was what it felt like to be alive in novermber 2020
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I wasn’t crazy about this piece so I wasn’t intending on publicly posting it again, but it keeps getting stolen every five minutes so I figured I’d put it here so people at least know who to attribute the original thing to lmao
[Digital illustration, Procreate App, 2020]
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but now it’s just another show, and you leave ‘em laughing when you go
both sides now - joni mitchell
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each of cas's deaths over 12 years
(inspired by this post by @strawlessandbraless)
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hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
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“A skating cocktail waiter at the Palace Hotel in St. Moritz, Switzerland, March 1978.”
Photographed by Slim Aarons.
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The number one cause of death in pregnant women is murder. Think About That.
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You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
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