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“𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦?”

— 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 ‪

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november never feels real to me

every year I live a dream

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how I met your mother - s06e19

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// Francisco de Zubaran // Taylor Swift- my tears ricochet // Adrien Ghenie // Mitski- I Want You // The Roses of Heliogabalus // Ocean Vuong // Feminine stereotypes - Romina Bassu // Lucy Dacus- Night Shift

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"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥,"

—

[forlornpariahs]

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids.

And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.

- @i-writethisforme

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In my dream, I apologize to everyone I meet. Instead of introducing myself, I apologize for not knowing why I am alive. I am sorry. I am sorry. I apologize.

In real life, oddly enough, when I am fully awake and out and about, if I catch someone’s eye, I quickly look away. Perhaps this too is a form of apology. Perhaps this is the form apologies take in real life.

— Claudia Rankine, "Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric"

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// 'A Lover's Discourse', Roland Barthes

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- @forlornpariahs 'where the meek ones sleep'

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"𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 ?"

— 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴, '𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺"

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𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴—

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴: 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥.

- "𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺" 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 '𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵' 𝘣𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘶̈𝘤𝘬.

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"When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name, and not what you left behind?"

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous