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I have bags under my eyes, even in my dreams.
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i-understand-vangogh · 2 months
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boyfriend material.
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i-understand-vangogh · 3 months
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i can’t do this while i’m ovulating
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From a interview today 😍🥵 so sexy
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i-understand-vangogh · 3 months
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me clearing my history after reading the most unhinged & smuttiest fanfiction that would probably put me into a psych ward if anyone found out😅
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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i just know tom blyth is the type to talk you through it😅
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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i blame Hollywood for my taste in bad men. they make EVERY bad guy be played by the HOTTEST men i have ever laid my eyes on!!!!
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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therapist: “so you’ve fallen in love with an obsessive, manipulative, narcissistic killer who happens to be fiction?”
me:
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i like to check all the boxes ma’am😌
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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if evil… why cute?
"Remember who the real enemy is." Finnick babygirl, I forgot when they put Tom Blyth in blonde curls.😭
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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me after reading ANOTHER tom blyth/ coriolanus snow fan fiction
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I can not get over how AMAZING YALLS WRITING IS. I AM FERAL & AFRAID!!!
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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Noun.
When I think of a noun, a person, place or thing, I can not think of it lightly. Everything about that person, place or thing digs up the deepest, soul-stirring, moment bond to it that I have no desire to give up. Mother, the woman I disagreed with most yet she's the woman I want to be. Father, the man who taught me strength and fragility. Sister, the girl I always wanted to be equals with and yet differed from the most. Brother, the boy who understands me the most yet is unaware of who I truly am. School, the place that held my chosen family and mortal enemies. Home, the place I look for everywhere I go yet can not seem to find. Brain, my greatest protector and biggest obstacle. Heart, the one you held and the one you broke.
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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I need this man biblically.
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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calvin klein needs jail time after using jeremy allen white in their campaign. i am barking at my screen.. a tear fell down my leg😩
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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i blame my need to read for my lack of a relationship LMAO… these fanfic boys set the bar HIGH
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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these are my baby boys.
“i need them in a way that’s offensive to feminism” broski nation
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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if you have seen ‘Little Women’ by Greta Gerwig which character do you resonate with most?
Personally i resonate most with Amy March because i am never the chosen, i am the compromise. the filler if you will😌 lover girl at heart & wants to marry rich lol! artistically inclined & impulsive (angered fulled just like amy with jo’s writings lol).
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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ok i heard the theory that Michael Gavey could be Felix’s’ first friend the summer before Oliver and that’s why he warns Oliver to not be friends with Felix but i dont know if i am fully convinced… why do all the characters talk about Oliver being “better than the one from last year” BUT THEY DONT DIVE DEEPER INTO THAT STORY LINE. all i know is the previous friend got with Venetia. PLS EMERALD FENNELL I CANT LET THIS GO WHO IS HE & WHAT DID HE DO!!!
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i-understand-vangogh · 4 months
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Ignorance is Bliss
I was told I’ll never understand it. The things I myself have lived through others choose to convince me I can’t remember or will never understand as if ignorance is some sort of bliss. Right? I was too young to remember the pain. Ignorance is bliss. Well I am not ignorant nor do I believe in bliss. I lived through it. I remember. It is my pain and no matter how easily forgotten or brushed off my story may be, it is mine and it is there. The ignorance you choose to hold as to not listen to my story as a way to not feel an ounce of my pain is your bliss. I will not bleed on you from my open wound but know it is there. I hold onto every detail, every feeling, and every moment because the wound goes so deep that even if it was healed, there’s a scar. I do not get the luxury of ignorance because I am forever reminded. I will forever wish for your ignorance but for me recognition is bliss. To be heard and to be seen is bliss. Do not water my story down to make it easier to swallow. 
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