― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
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fathers casually dropping the craziest lore of their lives in the middle of a conversation
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Do y’all ever just think about how soft this scene is?
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made a realisation that if you have one awkward interaction no one actually cares and you don't have to like. kill yourself. do other people know about this
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i love you cumin i love you chili powder i love you ginger i lovr you soy sauce i love you garlic
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me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate
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My friend said she’s letting her weed jar sit out under the virgo full moon tonight so it can soak up its energy and that tomorrow we’ll smoke a joint of it together. I love mentally ill women…
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diagnosed with woman in her twenties disease
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Love this. A census return from 1911 which records the birth of a new baby in the household, 10 minutes old and still no name :)
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