La Nouvelle Poupette

Post Grad. Post Youth

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I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people ok but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
Henry Rollins, Smile, You’re Traveling (Black Coffee Blues Pt. 3)

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angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

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