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Adorable. Absolutely adorable

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thots on horses?

I think those are called cowboys

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lineal spaces

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i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word

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i never wanted this feeling

someday i might tell you

id tell you about the way

my heart pounded against my ribs

words clawing up my throat

held back by my smile

laughing with you

id tell you how i knew

it would never work

our friendship too perfect

too good to ruin with tangled emotions

the way you looked at her

told me id never stood a chance from the beginning

her heart already earned by someone else

you longed for her

how i longed for you

maybe we were both lying to ourselves

when we said our friendship was enough

when we said our friendship was all that it was

id tell you it was doomed from the start

how i yearned for you

and you for her

how i stomped it out until it was no more

how i smiled anyway

happy enough to be by your side

my chest tight

how i wondered

is this how it feels

when your heart is breaking

crying for something that never was

that will never be

id tell you

i never wanted this feeling

but i never stopped wanting you

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“do you like reading and writing?”

No, no I don’t.

I don’t “like” to read. Sometimes I inhale novels faster than I eat my food. I spend days, weeks, hell, even years hyper fixated on a plot, a trope, a character I read about. I consume the written word so eagerly, so viciously that it used to get me singled out as “the book kid”. I absorb literature like amphibians absorb water. I drink it like I haven’t had a sip of water in years, and I don’t stop until I’m drowning. I lose track of reality by submerging myself in places I wish I could be, all by opening a book. I don’t like to read.

I don’t “like” to write. I spend hours of my day playing back scenes in my head of stories I haven’t told yet. Words pour from my fingers almost as easily as they do from my lips, filling page after page of descriptions and dialogue and stories. I write down everything important to me, all my hopes and dreams, my feelings. I tell my story through my stories, living vicariously through my characters as they feel what I feel, do what I want to do. Time flashes by clicking away at a keyboard, silently begging what I’m writing could be true. I don’t like to write.

These things aren’t hobbies. They’re the only way I feel like I can breathe.

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reblog this post to give the blog you reblogged it from a rotisserie chicken

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the nomming habits of ghost kings

(and for you know who lol)

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i really hope all of you know about this scp

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By deleting osha-official Tumblr has become the first social media platform to ban SFW content.

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Soft winter hawks <3

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BNHA/MHA: *states that Izuku Midoriya can’t/couldn’t dance*

Izuku Midoriya:

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Kacchan 🙈💥🥦

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When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at the park.You never saw your childhood “spouse” again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country… where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid.

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That's one for the fridge for sure.

Thinking about that one scene where Denki draws Aizawa in his notebook. He's a little artist.

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People on Twitter sharing mental health advice that helped them