lonely-ghost-girl
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟGod hasnt killed me yet because he loves to watch me suffer. 20s / ♋♓♒ / chronic pain & illness / autistic / kinda jirai / prev url childhoodsickness / i like to post cute, nostalgic, pretty or tasty things as well as vents and feelings 🩷 i never post n$fw or g0re etc but cw for negative or mature subjects / i love my pets, plushies & animal crossing 💕 My inbox is open if you wanna be friends esp moots! Im always lonely 🌸
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Flora’s outfits design: complete 💐 | Do NOT repost or use without permission.
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Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope
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y’know what i’m gonna say it. tumblr is the superior social media site. follower counts are hidden/meaningless, there’s no way to make a profit and/or become an influencer. it’s just about looking at silly little images and making silly little comments.
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i wish all of you strong and healthy connections. Safe spaces, caring friends, soft love, self love, intimacy, honesty and transparency.
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how to stop wanting something i can never have
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whenever i walk past someone smoking a cigarette i breathe really deeply to try and get as much second-hand smoke as i can
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How do they keep making later and later stages of late-capitalism
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“It’s a strange thing these days with my writing. You have to be patient with me—when didn’t you? For years I haven’t written a soul; I might as well have been dead, I felt no need to communicate with anyone. It was as if I wasn’t of this world, but not from any other either; it was as if throughout the years I had done everything demanded of me just on the side, while in reality I was only listening to find out whether I was being called—until the disease actually did call from the next room and I ran in and started belonging to it more and more. But the room is so dark and it’s hard to tell whether it really is the disease.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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