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Sometimes I just need to believe “it is what it is” and move on. If I think simpler things get done simpler

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Cute hair accessory made by me

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BJÖRK AND TUMBLR 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Bjork and tumblr = 😊

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I love it when I try my hand at banter with an acquaintance and then I end up accidentally saying something really backhanded that I didn’t mean at all 🥀🪫

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Miki Duplay makes me proud of being both wasian and #french

She needs to blow tf up on the English side of the internet or else I’m gonna blow a fuse

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I hate it when people want to connect with me but never put in the effort to fully understand me, and then get surprised when there’s some sort of disconnect. I want to be understood, that’s all I want.

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In need of a vintage face for these contemporary times

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Only talking out of obligation is the definitive killer of all relationships

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i find unexpected joy out of abstaining from maintaining connections because i feel like that's the only control i have in my life

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SO PEEVED rn!!!!! i don't want to listen to what my teachers tell me because i have too effing much to do!

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fuckass imagines

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Growing up I always taught myself to settle for less, it’s always been this way, even from primary school. And I find myself still doing this now. Sure, I’m content with what I have now but what if I’m missing out on unlimited joy because I settled for less and gone the easy way? I want to be happy and useful in my adult life, not useless and miserable.

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As a child, to my late teens, I was really antisocial because I simply did not care for other people. I guess I can now say I’ve changed in the sense I care more. I ask more questions and I remember more things and I enjoy it so so so much. I enjoy it more than most things in the world. But what comes with more care is more spite at times.

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U are my sunshine

Ive gone from an ungerminated seedling to something just beginning to grow, reaching for light. But the second I feel the weight of abandonment, I curl back in on myself, gripping the familiar, begging to be held. Growth isnt graceful. It isnt a straight path. A plant doesnt stop being a plant just because its been stepped on, its leaves bruised, its stem bent. It keeps going, healing and reaching for the sun. It keeps trying. And I will too.

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Sheena Ringo

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Sheena Ringo for Ongaku to Hito Magazine, March 1999 issue