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Bought myself a pair of bean boots last night and a rug and I think that has to count as my post-rush treat ya self present.

My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it.
Sharon Dogar, Annexed   (via mirroir)

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I feel like such a useless piece of shit right now and I can’t figure out what to do to change that.

the meantime

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.

I did it.

Three hours left and this is a rough night.

Anonymous: I want you to know that even though you have bad days, you are still such an inspiration and a ray of light. Thank you for being wonderful.

Thank you. I appreciate that more than you can imagine

acidgirlfriend:

life hack: make out w/ me and tell me i’m cute

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