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Give me detached existentialist ennui.
Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
Haute couture and getting hauter.
Pretty much nobody is getting their emotional needs met.
There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.
