Debbie Harry, 1977
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June, July, August.
Everything wrong, and nowhere to go.
Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “August,” (edited)
sometimes there’s an ad on my dash and I don’t even realize it cuz yall shitpost so much that I can see a highly detailed graphic of rheumatoid arthritis and I just assume it’s the New Meme™
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