Oh the irony. TOK perspectives on Tumblr. This is what I wrote my essay on too.
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My favourite part of the 90s was shitting my pants without any consequences
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breezy love joy’s got one of the smoothest voices around. could compete with robin thicke or frank ocean… (:
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Who would have thought
depression ran in the whole damn family.
Yay at least we can all be a little messed up together.
I actually don’t like marshmallows, but I do love camping.
Need to do this with friends this summer.
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Women are wells.
We remember everything, even the things we desperately wish to forget.
The words, the woes, the wrongs fill up, pool at the pit of this well.
Even as time passes by, it seems the water has dried, but it’s just that more bricks have been added, the well has grown tall. Guard’s up.
And so when you spit your words like drops of acid, they fall straight down to the water. The water of held in obscenities, urges, screams. And they ripple among the pain that’s already there, resonate up and down this well.
I don’t forget though I wish I could.
I try and forgive, but memories persist. This water simply will not dry.
always relevant.
A summer snooze
looks like the grandpa from six flags.
Many of us die already dead.
