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allsadnshit:

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Super quick dinner: creamy lemon basil pasta with local cherry tomatoes


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johnnysmissingass:

johnnysmissingass:

long time no see! I’m am in quite a desperate situation. I have been unemployed since early June and my most recent job offer was rescinded. Also! to add onto the fun! I have been denied unemployment! like I said I am in DESPERATE need of help, any last bit counts!

paypal: @SEvanchik

venmo: @im_a_peach

cashapp: $evanchik

hi so rent is coming up on the first and I’m still job hunting which means I still have no money or income. I’ve received a little bit of help so far but not nearly enough to cover rent so anything helps.

$50/$1390


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amywinehousequeen:

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Amy Winehouse backstage at Bush Hall (2003)


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hollowmaison:

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saw some lilies flowering despite all the withering


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joannaaguilera:

I’ve noticed that writing about my happiness comes much harder than the fluidity of writing about my sorrow. But my joy deserves as much attention and recognition as any other emotion I feel. I fear that in writing of it will diminish the experience. It’s happened many times that as soon as I admit the joy I feel it seems to slip between my fingers, in acknowledging it’s truth it’s like it makes it disappear. I love my joy as much as I love my sadness. They are both crucial parts of my human experience. They both allow me to share different parts of who I am. I don’t want to shy away from the joy that seems to be knocking at my door, i want to share it with others and let it come and go as needed. I’ve learned that no emotion is just one thing, I can be happy and feel sad. I can be sad and feel happy. I am not just one thing.


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soracities:
“Emily Dickinson, from “No crowd that has occurred” (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
“[Text ID: “August–Absorbed–Numb” ”

soracities:

Emily Dickinson, from “No crowd that has occurred” (Poem #515), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

[Text ID: “August–Absorbed–Numb”]


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