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# alma / 22 / shethey / enfp4w5, aquarius !!

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2 years ago

I Just Called - a Frenrey MV


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2 years ago

couples quarrel

boyfriend: hey baby i have to cancel our date tomorrow something came up

girlfriend: oh i’m just small potatoes. i’m not that importance.

boyfriend: -_-


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2 years ago

Thinking of giving moral orel a watch!

Remembered that it was such a thing on tumblr a few years back, like, now that I know of the story slight better, I'm just wondering why the hell orel's dad was so thirsted after ☹️...?


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2 years ago
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Fata Morgana

a superior mirage caused by warm air resting on patches of colder air in an atmospheric duct that acts like a refracting lens. Objects on the horizon could appear to be mirrored, distorted, or float. This form of mirage could be the reason for the Flying Dutchman Legend.


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2 years ago

I think the person I once was and the person I wanted to be in the future are both starting to slip away.

I wanted to do so much and be so many things all at once, but it all feels more and more unachievable as everyday passes by.

I'm so scared. Is this a cry for help?

I don't know. All I know is that I appear fine to everyone else, so I should be fine.

I'm stuck in the past because I'm forced to stay put. What else do I have than the memories that were once built?

I wish I could remember. If I don't hold on then it's all gone and then I AM gone too.


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2 years ago
There was a woman who lived in a matchbox house

Which is what we called those little trailers that looked like they could be slid open and rooted around in

Children can name anything–we named her too, Mrs. 51

She was not gray or cruel or kid-hating the way

Most adults were at that age; she gave us lemondrop cookies

And she collected little windmills–later we learned the word for these is pinwheel, but that doesn't sound as good

All different shapes and sizes, all over her matchbox so her house was always dancing

The other adults avoided her on account of she was crazy

But the good kind of crazy, which drew us in just as much as the cookies
She'd tell us about the aliens while she made little windmills out of coat hangers and buttons

They looked like dragonflies, the aliens and windmills both

She'd tell anyone who would listen, and most folks made jokes about

All sorts of probing and other things besides–we made those jokes too

And I'm still sorry for that

But if you listened, she'd tell you the aliens never touched her

Never did much except ask questions, imagine an alien notepad

Alien journalist writing it all down, her big star interview

Printed in some alien newspaper. What sort of questions, we asked

As she made her dragonflies, waving up at the aliens from our little slice of dirt pie

Oh, she said, mostly they wanted to know why we hold hands.

04/20/23


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