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@babelady / babelady.tumblr.com

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hey does anyone else feel drunk bc of anxiety or is something seriously wrong with me besides having generalized anxiety disorder

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turns out i’m anemic as fuck lads...blood machine Broke

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

me, alone in my room, every 5 minutes: am i being myself? is this who i really am? who am i performing for?

whenever ppl say i look like someone i realize i actually have no idea what the hell i look like irl let alone grasp the fact that people have the ability to come up w their own perceptions of me like i exist to another person and it differs from how i know myself to be damn that’s wild anyway happy tuesday

shoutout to blood we have a lot of it

At your military wife’s house washing my hair with your sons calming bedtime baby shampoo

Where else can i get sentences like this