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i’m going to decide right now because literature is completely subjective that every vonnegut novel is actually an elaborate metaphor for an intense game of candyland he played one night with his sister
oh god, one of those assholes who think intention is irrelevant, and everything is subjective. Please sit down.
I have to fucking deal with assholes like this all the fucking time.
ENGLISH MAJOR PROBLEMS
This shit always ^^^^
Fucking Dylan you know
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chrysalism
n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.
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