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❝ I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore. ❞

— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

k009:

gosh diddly darn

allhailthepumpkinqueen:

The fucking sound he makes kills me every time

turkeyinacan:

diggingaditch:

turkeyinacan:

shoutout to people working weekends and overnights and overtime, people working in hospitality and retail and food service, who are sacrificing time with their loved ones, so fuckers with weekday desk jobs get to live comfortably with the amenities we provide while simultaneously shitting all over us for not getting “real jobs”

This literally does not happen

You literally have no concept of the grown-up world.

hypnus:

maybe if i sigh deep enough i’ll die

waking up: haha fuck

whendaybreaks:

4titty:

when i erase a word with a pencil where does it go

are you okay

burberrybushbaby:

how the fuck am i supposed to make life decisions i’m not even sure i want to be alive

jaguarsvisionboard:

"Potentially psychedelic drugs could be for Psychology what the telescope became for the science of Astronomy."

~Terrence McKenna

sasukeapologist:

i used to be so weirded out by the fact that everyone takes notes in pen in college because that seems so permanent right, what if you mess up a word, youll have to scribble it out and live with ugly notes

now that i write in pen i realize that i no longer have the strength of will to push down a pencil hard enough to make legible marks. im literally too dead inside to use a pencil. pen is the only way to make proof of my existence at this point 

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