the US is unreal like girls cant wear shorts to school, you can literally lose your job for being gay, and unarmed black children are brutally murdered on the regular but old white ppl r still like “what a beautiful country. i can freely carry a gun for no reason and some of our mountains look like presidents. god bless”

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When I was in sixth grade I was listening to a portable CD player (yeah I was that girl) and this girl came up to me, took off my headphones, put them on her and listened for about 30 seconds. Then she said “whenever you hear this song I want you to think of me”. We weren’t friends and we never became friends but now whenever I hear The Killers I think of her. Psychological warfare.


Linda Pastan, “The Five Stages of Grief”




everything we touch is art

God damn.

I had forgotten how I used to rub my feet over yours before falling asleep.

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