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" It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but - but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s - That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess. "
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I’m having a serious crisis because I want to switch to literature and get a 5th year master in teaching (and then my PhD). BUT UGH AND I WANT TO AND I DONT KNOW.
I could professor the heck out of fem-lit. (Which is a word that should be a thing.)
And I could still volunteer abroad in women and children centers. I DONT KNOW BLERGH UGH.

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