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![crimsonkismet:
“π°πππππ π·π», π·πΏπ·π·
πππ π³ππππππ πΎπ π΅ππππ£ πΊππππ, π·πΏπ·πΆ -π·πΏπ·πΉ
[ID: I live as irrationally as is at all possible. END ID]
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![crimsonkismet:
“π°πππππ π·π», π·πΏπ·π·
πππ π³ππππππ πΎπ π΅ππππ£ πΊππππ, π·πΏπ·πΆ -π·πΏπ·πΉ
[ID: I live as irrationally as is at all possible. END ID]
”](https://64.media.tumblr.com/de90bbb09857722fde3eea3c4dd8c216/c6c38b1694bfdd6a-73/s1280x1920/a8ff1c0b6c60c961b68785332fb3d6ae1d0c1e1c.png)
𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: I live as irrationally as is at all possible. END ID]
β Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
[text ID: I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.]
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ever since I was a little girl I’ve always thought like I want to leave
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