strum’s conoid.

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@vishiousnesss goalthread and fulltimestore.

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office mein bhi face card got declined behenchod.

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6:46
afterlight
summer 27.

god please.

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you go from “i know exactly what’s wrong with you” to “i hope you’re doing okay. that’s probably one of the strangest forms of grief, not being forgotten completely. just becoming unfamiliar to someone who once knew you by heart 7/7

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i don’t think people talk enough about the intimacy of being known. not being loved, not being wanted, not even being understood in some grand, romantic sense. i mean being known in the most ordinary, almost accidental ways 1/n

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and there’s something almost cruel about realizing that someone can once know you that intimately and then, with enough time, become someone you wouldn’t even know how to tell about your day 6/n

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there’s something humiliating about knowing you could never go back to the way things were, knowing you’ve survived without them, knowing you’ve built a life that doesn’t need them anymore, and still having that embarrassingly quiet part of you that would choose them again.

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i don’t think i became a bad person overnight. i just kept sacrificing little pieces of softness until there wasn’t much left.

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the irony of trying so desperately to become the best version of yourself is that you don’t notice when the person you’re becoming is actually someone you’d have hated a few years ago

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would her books and that one gold ring be kept somewhere safe? would she ever get any of it back, or would all these tiny traces of her just become things my parents quietly put away, not knowing what they meant to me? 2/2

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dying seems easy to me. what scares me is what happens to everything i’d leave behind. would her photos stay buried somewhere in my phone, would someone find her letters and know who they were meant for, would that little jar of “adore aniket” slips ever make its way back to her

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@anirxdx aye aye let's go!!!

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so far, doing well.

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what a beautiful day to do drugs and question the reality.

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@anirxdx aaaaa that's deeep

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@anirxdx dhanyawaad G ❤️