looked at my reflection in the glass door at the entrance of the house. For the millionth time, I saw something entirely different from what I desperately wished to see. But to be fair, what I wished to see was a replica of the skeletons I had come to worship. I often wondered as to why my eyes couldn't see what the world around me could. Why did my eyes see differently than others?
Something I think of 24/7 of the day is exactly what I wrote above.
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I want jerma to bite into a big slice of watery watermelon.
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Maybe one day, I'll be fine. Maybe I won't hurt this much. Maybe I'll find words to my thoughts. Maybe I'll stop feeling this way. Maybe I'll be enough. Maybe I'll find my lost self. But till that time I feel I won't have the strength to adhere all the maybes.
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me on Sunday when my dash is just a bunch of blocked nsfw posts:
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friendly reminder ily and all your ocs are fantastic
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Introverts are good with written words and worst at expressing their very same written thoughts.
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When he’s dom but he’s young
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