What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.
― T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party (via bbook)
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“ooooohhh” i say as i still dont understand
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that one person that everybody likes
but you fucking hate
i can’t believe we have tailbones but no tails
like seriously where the fuck is my tail i want a fucking tail
also wings