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complaining is my favourite hobby

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i love adopting my friends younger siblings as my own

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one day you’ll reach for some kind of guidance, some kind of compass and realise there is nothing left but your own.

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the only way i could describe losing someone is that it sucks. and that’s it. because there is nothing you can do to stop it. all you can do is love them while you can and have faith that they will stay.

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i wanna be spider-man for the sole purpose of insanely fast metabolism

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GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE GIVE LOVE !!!!!

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is cleaning the whole kitchen, doing a months worth of revision, baking cookies, changing every bed in the house and going on an hour run a result of mania or am i having a come back

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staring at the person who swears they will never find love but i can see it exude from the cracks of their soul

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kinda weird how the good parts of my life sync up with when i have a vape

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sebastian's fans really are god's strongest soldiers. no social media presence. a singular appearance at an award show every fiscal quarter. a grainy paparazzi photo every three to five months that is so sexy it gives you a stroke. a clip of him in the background of some random celebrity's instagram story. the most jaw-dropping perfomance in a movie none of your friends have seen.

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there is literally no point in comparison. bad things happened to both of us, it does not matter which of us were affected more. please stop.

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i’ve changed. i smoke in the same field i use to play in. this used to be my dream, but it feels more like a curse.

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finding those old accounts i can’t get back into on literally every social ever is the worst part of my life.

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I take mental picture of every corner of my house. I memorise the feeling of waking up in my bed. I analyse every little thing in my maths classroom. I write pages and pages about the smallest moment with my friend. I’m terrified of forgetting. I’m terrified or regretting not noticing more. I’m nostalgic for what’s happening right now.

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alright maybe i do have a thing for uniformed men.

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“it wasn’t your fault. don’t carry that guilt, it doesn’t belong to you.” OUCH OKAY GOODNIGHT.