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You have not known what you are, you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life.



me in therapy laying on a chaise lounge staring up into the ceiling wiping my tears with my silk blouse: will I ever learn to love a man like I love my closet?

(via ethiopienne)


remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason

(via laughing-llama)