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Maybe it is just the French toast, or the natty boh, or being with my beautiful best friend- but I believe, whole fucking heartily- mind you, that we meet certain people for a reason. I don’t have many friends, but I would never wish to have 15, or even 5 best friends- because the couple that I have make me feel grounded, safe and amazing. I don’t need a billion fucking people I hardly know to validate how I feel. All I need is what I have, and I have reached a state of bliss.
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Why do so many people still think that Photobooth photos with ‘funny effects’ are funny?

Yves Klein, Antrophometrie
why the fuck would I want to high five a penis
my foot is going to high five you in the esophagus
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Why is it that there are no genuine, ambitious, level-headed men with beards and tattoos and a love for camping in Maryland? Why?
gotta keep my bitchez in line
Can I be in love yet? orr…?
Can I have a real friend yet? orr…?
Can my anxieties leave my mind for a day? orr…?
Can someone be sincere...