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that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao
The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets
me rollerblading into my therapist’s office this week with sunglasses and a piña colada: maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,
“I think I love people so much that they forget I need to be loved too. It’s alright, though. It’s been so long since I’ve felt cared for. By now, I have already forgotten what that feels like.”
— And you can’t miss what you can’t remember.