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On things that once meant something On things that will always mean everything “I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know these people exist” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower I don’t read books [...]
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I have always been the kind of girl who rips out the pages of a notebook when she can’t deal with seeing them anymore. Rubberbanding them up and tossing them in the back of a dresser, leaving them to yellow. I have to re-glue the bindings, redo the covers, clean up the insides. The truth [...]
