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She said to me child I’m afraid for your soul

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HIGH ON STANDARDS LOW ON SKILL. CREATIVE PROCESS MAKE YOU ILL

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John Galliano Fall 1999 Ready-To-Wear

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“If it sucks hit da bricks” isn’t just a useful litany it’s also a skill you have to train. You gotta start with small stuff like leaving boring parties and refusing minor obligations to get the guts for the big stuff like quitting garbage jobs, cutting off a shitty relationship and getting out of a bad situation. Know what your time is worth

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An adventurer, just like you

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I like how you refer to having sex as "the task at hand". Corporate email core

call me microsoft office the way i excel at spreading those sheets. to have sex in there. Word

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through sheer force of will I'm having an excellent day today

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just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.

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"but there is something that happens when you are told you are too much. you begin to ask everyone, "how small would you like me?""

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Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this

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what the fuck makes phone apps so cocky as to send me notifications telling me to use it. my grocery list app straight up went "you havent made a list in a while! 🙂" are you out of your fucking mind. you are a program. why are you speaking to me like youre my equal. i could replace you with a pen and the back of a receipt. idiot. i kill you now

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Visible Mending Guide

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Diagrams from a thirteenth-century version of the Ars Notoria.

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ghosts are real and they’re everywhere. in old photographs tucked safely in a box under your bed. in the walls of your childhood home waiting for you to come back. they live in old text messages and emails. forever frozen in time. they haunt your old best friends neighborhood. flickering in the street lamps. occasionally, on very rare summer afternoons; when the sun shines through the kitchen window in a certain way and all of the sudden you get this feeling in your stomach of melancholia; that is a haunting. a possession. those are ghosts trying to find comfort in the present because the past they once lived in no longer exists.