napping together is my kind of date

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Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.

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*lies awake at night wondering why im not cute*

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Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you’ll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good. note to self (via c0ntemplations)

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