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hey um. did you know you're cute and smart and pretty. and you're kind. and you're good

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finally, someone for tumblr

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shit man tomorrow is christmas eve i swear yesterday was June 2010

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rb to have a super gay 2023

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i'm not the best at singing. but i'm gonna sing anyway dude. i'm not the best at painting. but i'm still going to paint. my dancing will never see a stage. but it's perfect for early mornings in my bedroom and late nights with people i love. so what does this mean? it means that people are designed to do. not to be the best. just to do. if you're doing what you enjoy, then you don't have to be the best. you just have to enjoy it. you have to live.

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How can i be sick so much. How is this fair. Do i get something at the end or what. Give me an immune system pls mine got lost in the delivery process

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Hitting the reblog button for a post on your art blog from your main blog feels like putting the first coin in your own hat when nobody's looking before the performance starts

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Thought I might share these words here too, as the end of the year is just around the corner - feel free to read them anyway you want to ! :)

FRI, NOV 22nd 24 - The Quest

“We are not like all the rest! You can see us any day of the week…”

After a loooooong time spent wondering what I’d put on for my next post on this page, I guess all I really needed was something urgent to say.

I have it now. And my friend Vinnie (drawn up there) will help me try to convey my message.

I fear it is once again very specific but somehow still pretty global, and I do hope some of you may find a bit of themselves in those lines.

November came, and December is approaching now, and the more I am getting close to the new year, the more I too am starting to wonder how much I’ve accomplished in this one. Or, at least, if I can’t quantify it, what have I accomplished in the past 12 months?

And this is where I start to collapse; the moment I realize I might still be in the same place as then, stuck in the same horrifying position, as if some strange wizard whom I don’t even recall upsetting had thrown a curse upon me that stopped time from flowing in my body only.

And so another year has passed. “Big deal!” Vinnie says. “And so you’re feeling lonelier than before, and so you’ve been through all of those sad, sad feelings before”, he tells me, “but you’ve never been as lonely as you ever thought you were: you were there for yourself each time you felt down — and you’re absolutely all you need to get up again and go through another year. Because if you don’t — you’ll never even know this was the year you’ll leave that terrible position you’re in!”

I do believe he’s right, now. All those things I wish to do and to live someday can’t ever be if I am not there. I am the key to a better place.

Who knows what tomorrow may bring?

Peace out!

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I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)

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So you mean to tell me i spent two days taking the hardest finals ever and now I have to learn that we lost both Marisa Paredes AND Vincent Cassel's hair in the process

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I smell like shrimps

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Bob Dylan avec son petite chien dans la neige, Woodstock, NY, 1968 © Elliott Landy.

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Let us voir le combat des chefs I beg you

LE COMBAT DES CHEFS

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oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.

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