sorry i have bubonic plague i can’t hang out tonight
aw rats
The archeologists who will find this post in 2167 will be very confused
an aesthetic that will never go out of style: making others feel loved, needed, and important
Cold November nights, poignant sensations, deep, resonant silence,
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry ft. in “Diaries,” written c. November 1940
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