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Everything is expensive and abs are ephemeral
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I was taking a “virtual tour” of residence halls that I might want to live in next year and I saw a photo of steep snow and almost cried
I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
written by Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)
written by Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)
(Source: koizoraa, via stillmeaningless)
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#i feel ya
#i feel ya
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#abt me
#abt me
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via blua)
written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via blua)
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#omg this is like porn
#omg this is like porn
