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you are pretty like blood in the snow

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"Not every emotion needs expression. Some feelings are better kept as private art."

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I am very tired and I want to be held by someone who loves me

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Women deserve to have male friends without worrying that they’re plotting to someday have sex with them

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I need a new tattoo, an orgasm, and a good nights sleep.

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why are men so self conscious about their height when there are so many more important flaws to be self conscious about like the lack of emotional intelligence

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ketzal_coatl

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PB 3

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Alejandra Pizarnik, from 'Continuity', Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972

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I hate liking people, you all fail me every time.

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i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.