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vignette into a deranged mind and a broken heart

here on the other side of 18 there’s nothing left to rebel against

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We rebel against our parents’ rebellion until we wake up one day to realize that we’ve become them, making the same mistakes over and over again as our pedigree struggles in futility to adapt to an ever-changing environment of the same motifs.  

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are we all actually just the same person?

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(Source: projectqueer)

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