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sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river
February 3, 2025 at 12:56 AM
sometimes i wanna delete all my social media and throw my phone into a river
what’s poppin i have a deep, empty loneliness i can feel in my bones and i don’t know how to function
February 3, 2025 at 12:56 AM
what’s poppin i have a deep, empty loneliness i can feel in my bones and i don’t know how to function
You were like the summer. Barely anyone appreciated you when you were here, but the second you were gone, all they did was miss you.
February 3, 2025 at 12:55 AM
You were like the summer. Barely anyone appreciated you when you were here, but the second you were gone, all they did was miss you.
bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches
February 3, 2025 at 12:54 AM
bitches will bring a million things to do on a train ride or long car trip and then spend the entire time looking out the window and daydreaming. i’m bitches
there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture
February 3, 2025 at 12:53 AM
there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture
me during a phase of extreme clinical depression: write unedited poetry in my phones notes app i must
February 3, 2025 at 12:53 AM
me during a phase of extreme clinical depression: write unedited poetry in my phones notes app i must
i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know
February 3, 2025 at 12:53 AM
i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know
and i see you breathe red poppies over the hills in palestine / and i see girls with orchards of almond trees in their eyes / and i can't tell my love how to leave our land without weeping / and i can't always love this land.
February 3, 2025 at 12:43 AM
and i see you breathe red poppies over the hills in palestine / and i see girls with orchards of almond trees in their eyes / and i can't tell my love how to leave our land without weeping / and i can't always love this land.
in love of the new yorker’s autumn covers
February 3, 2025 at 12:43 AM
in love of the new yorker’s autumn covers
Everytime a girl shaves her bush an angel loses its wings
February 3, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Everytime a girl shaves her bush an angel loses its wings
an act of will, at others of surrender
February 3, 2025 at 12:41 AM
an act of will, at others of surrender
summer parties // 19.9.17
February 3, 2025 at 12:33 AM
summer parties // 19.9.17
So if you hear anyone use religion to argument/legitimize their hatred, don’t listen to them because hate doesn’t come from religion, but from fear
February 3, 2025 at 12:32 AM
So if you hear anyone use religion to argument/legitimize their hatred, don’t listen to them because hate doesn’t come from religion, but from fear
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
February 3, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
You don’t realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you have a bunch of things to talk about, but no one to tell them to
February 3, 2025 at 12:31 AM
You don’t realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you have a bunch of things to talk about, but no one to tell them to
