came to realize that this thesis will not write itself and that being able to write and educate myself is a privilege. one
morelast month to go.🥋
by unknown photographer 🌻
im 12 years old sitting on my bed reading it’s midnight it’s summer my window is open the crickets are very loud but very soothing my room smells dusty and warm and no one else exists. im 12 years old. the feeling never goes away.
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