some things never are and we were
some things never are and we were
Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.
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― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
[text ID: It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four.]
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thinking about this excerpt from giovanni’s room as i lay in bed staring at the ceiling endlessly
life is so much more bearable when you have something to look forward to. it’s probably not the best mindset but it sure works on me!!
we should talk more about how every decision you make as an adult leaves you with the same sensation you got at a friend’s house the morning after a sleepover when you’re the first to wake up. It’s dreadful and a homesickness and loneliness and you want your cups and you want your comforter and it’s just you on your own trying to get through.
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decontaminating my brain. by september, everything will feel like a beautiful breeze
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what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl
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summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books
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