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free-my-mindd · 1 year
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I’m in my “whatever happens, happens” era.
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dreamingwithneopets · 3 months
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criticalrolo · 7 months
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DREAD METROL GAME IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKIGN GOOD
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mochie85 · 6 months
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My dash is trolling me tonight...
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@navybrat817 @goblingirlsarah @xorpsbane love you guys. You made my night.
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coffeebooksandmore · 1 year
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I’m learning how to not ruin my own day. I missed the sunset because the sadness took over, and I couldn’t move. I missed the moonrise. Stuck. I stand in the wildflowers and apologize to you for hating myself so much. Too long I have believed in the beauty of pain. I see myself paralyzed and scream at my body. Please move! I desperately want life to be easier. So I take myself out in the sun and sit on the ground under the deep blue sky and listen. Just listen.
All I want now is to catch the colors of the sky, melting into one another.
IG: coffeeandbookss
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silenthillbunni · 8 days
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how i feel talking to ppl abt the environmental crisis
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wlwdaydreamms · 2 years
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all i ask
i know im not an easy person to date. i overthink a lot and i observe your actions closely, even the little things that you never notice. such as a change in your tone or the way you text back. i get scared when i find myself being too attached to someone. sometimes i still fight the urge to text you when i really need a shoulder to lean on. sometimes i deny that i want your presence to avoid being "clingy". because being heard also means having to be vulnerable and thats scary. i would be a wreck without you. all i ask is that you won't give up on us.
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svlidblvck · 10 months
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oldsouloldlove · 4 months
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f34ture · 2 months
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denoitcarf · 3 months
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That if I'm being honest, I couldn't tell you that this is all I wanted.
I struggle sleeping cos' the house feels haunted, filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should've said, to the ones I laid to rest.
And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading.
Man, growing old is so excruciating.
Is there a cure for minds unwell, cos' my minds a living he'll if I'm honest with myself.
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Ok SO, I've posted an incredibly disorganized and personal 'article' (?) It's copied from a note in my phone and it's how I've been feeling mentally. My hope is that at least one other person will read it and relate in some way?
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fuckitscute · 5 months
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man i sure do love when the depression hits hard enough that even stuff i Love doing just isnt fun anymore 🙃
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coffeebooksandmore · 1 month
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Two days away from turning thirty-two and I’m more emotional now than I was at thirteen. When I was younger I had no space or time for myself. I shut everything down and needed to be a good kid who was always there to serve.
Now there’s time for examination. I allow myself to take up space and I’ve cried more at thirty than I did in all my teenage years. I felt so unraveled at times and thought something was wrong with me, that I should be more emotionally stable.
I started examining my relationships and how I felt in this world, at this age, and I realized I’m more present. I'm not the balloon I let go of as a child still floating away. I've firmly planted my feet on this earth and walking toward the ones I love.
Life passed me by for so long that I didn't realize I had become a spectator of my own desire.
I wasn’t looking for faith before. I was crawling on the ground sifting through the dirt for answers. I wanted someone else to tell me it will be better than this, but in the dirt I found faith in myself. I was able to take my hand and let myself know it will be better. I’m accepting that when I choose a path, I’m also choosing not to go down another. I could be wrong about it all, but I’m at a place where I am certain about my choices and that’s enough to hold me. It’s hard carrying my heart in my hands all the time, but I don’t think life would be as beautiful.
coffeeandbookss
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silenthillbunni · 9 days
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what it feels like talking to people lately
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wreckmessness · 10 months
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red dark red my blood as it flows from the little opening ive made on my wrist sweet relief sweet release for some reason i am proud i have been wanting to do this for the longest time i have called myself a coward for being scared of inflicting pain on myself but lo and behold there's no pain just relief i want to show my friends and family i've taken a picture look look how red my blood is see how much comes out from just a little scratch but i know they will be worried about me some even scared with reason yes but why why do i have to manifest my pain physically for it to mean something why can't you just believe me when i tell you that it hurts cause it does so so bad not on that little mark on my wrist but somewhere deep within somewhere i can't reach i can't wait to do it again
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