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under-the-arch:

sandersstudies:
sandersstudies:
Love that in a lot of classic literature people just “randomly” fall ill but bro their homes were stacked to the roof with arsenic and asbestos and lead and radium of course they were sick all the time.
And then they’re like “we took my ill wife to the seaside and her condition improved remarkably” and it’s like Edward your house has seven time bombs in it please just leave your wife at the seaside and she’ll do very well not getting mesothelioma.
Edward your wife may be entitled to financial compensation

We all broke our rules for someone.

"I liked my poetry to smell like I had forgotten my deodorant. You could smell me from across the table. I liked my work to smell of work and fuck."

— Carmen Giménez Smith, “Parts of an Autobiography,” from Milk and Filth
(via bostonpoetryslam)

having love and softness in your heart is never something to be ashamed of. giving and receiving kindness is what we are here for.

evilvarric666-archive:

“Weird energy in here today” I say, referring to the inside of my brain.

✨ me and my magical fairy lights, late at night ✨

Well this is a new one.

schulzian-deactivated20211126:

When you’re an ibuprofen girl acetaminophen just doesn’t hit right

clexagriffinbean:

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