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well-collected mess has something in it, some presence of identity, a genuine struggle

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me reconnecting with nature after 5 hours at university

“there’s nothing to understand, nothing to interpret”

you get it or you don't. it's like a style, when you say "that person has no style." the words don't even matter. you can always replace one word with another

sit alone and find out just who you’re
dealing with

as long as sun hits in the morning, that’s what I'm made of

physically in my 20s
mentally 40 years old divorced man going through life crisis

me and who post.. but i don’t want “who”
he’s always better as a concept

“well, i think life is precious because you can’t watch it again. i mean, you can believe in an afterlife if that makes you feel better. doesn’t mean it’s true. but once you realise your not gonna be around forever. i think that's what makes life so magical.”