“Remember the sky bled down & we were running, smiling wide with our arms raised. Not afraid of anything ever. The way days pass & we end up under covers, socks pulled to our knees. The way I bruise without touching anything. The way you forgot my birthday & brought me flowers for no reason. Everything is so convenient. We grow teeth without trying.”— Alexis Pope, excerpt from “A No Good Seasonal Depression” (via larmoyante)
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read junot diaz
help environment
learn to be on my own
write
eat pasta with basil
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just read the word “crochet” and thought it said “crotch-ette”
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There should be a treadmill that plays movies and TV shows but if you slow down the audio goes out of sync by a whole second.
Calm the fuck down satan
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listening to low-key borderline depressing bon-iver type music with the window open and my little lamp on, what is this summer or something?
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