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I'm not normally petty, but for u I'll make an exception.
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Just because I talk to u doesn't mean ur the only person I talk to
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It's not like I could care if I wanted to
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I don't think I care
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Is it toxic if you think breaking bad guys is fun?
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I've lied so much, I don't know what's the truth anymore
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What do you do when you're someplace you have to be but you don't want to be?
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I'm a little tired of myself
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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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"She has fire in her veins, smoke on her lips and blood stains her fists.
But her mind is wrapped in chains and scars mark her hips,
sometimes she forgets that she even exists."
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Sketching is therapy and no one can convince me otherwise
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I wonder whether artists realize they themselves are a form of art
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Old annotated paperbacks and hardcovers with flowers pressed in their pages
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Book store aesthetic
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To be so lost and yet so found
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Oh to live a Pinterest-worthy lifestyle
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The sky is my best friend
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The exhaustion of being
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the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth, morgan parker // the truth the dead know, anne sexton.
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It's so difficult and yet so simple to be happy
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“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
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