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fun drinking game: get drunk with me and lets make out for a couple of hours listening to your favourite songs
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“I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know how to think, I don’t know how to desire. I’m a character in a novel that still needs to be written, vanishing into thin air and undone without ever having existed, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me.”— Fernando Pessoa, from Selected Prose in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]
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if you need me i’ll be in the forest, searching for portals to another dimension,
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