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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months
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How fucked up it was that you kept me on drugs because you didn’t want to lose me. That was your control, and I was your puppet.
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clusts · 6 months
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#endometriosis #chronic pain #chronicfatigue #pain #painmanagement #adenomyosis #iamsotired #icantgoonlikethisanymore #helpme #tryingtofindhope #depression #don'tgiveup #keepgoing #endowarrior #keepfighting
Having a shitty day. Hope you're having a better day.
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racing-is-passion · 4 months
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10 years ago, Michael Schumacher had his tragic skiing accident and we all don't know how he is now. But one thing is sure, he isn't the same as before anymore, otherwise we would've heard from him, after everything that happened.
Michael Schumacher always was my childhood idol. Everything was about Schumi for me. And he still is one of my two biggest idols. Everytime I was asked, as a kid, what I want to be when I'm grown up, I alsways said "Schumi". I hope we will some day hear from him, even though I doubt it. I wish him and his family all the best.
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rosaintheparks · 1 year
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#RIP my dearest Martin Luther King
I admired and respected him as a truly great man committed and dedicated to freedom, peace and loyalty for all oppressed humanity.
posted 4/4 -1968
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radanriel15 · 10 months
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keep fighting.
Kahit anong mangyari tuloy lang at lumaban.
Kahit ayaw na natin sa ginagawa o napipilitan na lang laban lang.
Kahit hindi patas ang mundo at ng mga nangayayari sa paligid. Pilitin nating lumaban para sa pangarap at sa mga umaasa sa atin.
Pansamantala lang ang mga ito, darating din ang araw na malalagpasan ang mga nararanasan mo.
Makati City, Philippines | 2023
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lma1986 · 11 months
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If you are struggling at all, please remember this.
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lyrishadow · 2 years
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A little poem. Hope it hits the right people.
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eric-sadahire · 1 year
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A huge shoutout to the people who haven't felt okay lately, but get up every day and refuse to quit.
Stay strong!
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lidrauniverse · 1 year
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This Country Dog, Won´t die in the city. Prints and T-Shirts from just 14$ with teepublic : https://teepublic.com/t-shirt/36361511-this-country-dog
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curvyisme · 2 years
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Happy 15 Days post Juneteenth!!!✊🏽❤️✊🏽💚✊🏽💛 . . . . . . #juneteenth #notmyholiday #powertothepeople #freedom #keepfighting #womensrights #blackpanther #blackpeople #allpowertothepeople https://www.instagram.com/p/CfmS26zgUJX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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danielleelizabethhh · 3 months
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I’m grateful everyday
Grateful for another opportunity for another day, and another chance to live my life -
Freedom from addiction
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thenightpoem · 2 months
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Fighter
Black was I all I saw
And all I’ve ever known
My heart so many times thrown
Scared by many a claw
Still on I went
Trying to keep fighting
I’m trying, trying, trying
Yet it doesn’t seem to end
Come on girl, get up
Don’t look like a beat-up pup
Come on girl, get the perfume from the shelf
Girly, keep it to yourself!
Don’t you dare let it show
All the pain and all the woe
No one must know
The suffering you now undergo
I’m trying, I’m trying so hard
To keep it together
To clear up this stormy weather
That has taken over my heart
And yet it just keeps growing
The whispers keep on going
The demons are still growling
And I, am drowning
More and more by the day
Heavier my soul weigh
Burned by lightning, deafened by thunder
Yet through all this I wonder
Is there a way
Or something I can do
Is there something I need to say
So I can be happy too?
Well, they are still here
Whispering, screaming in my ear
And they won’t let me go
I guess they are in my tarot
And so, if I won’t be saved
Then I must be the one to rise
To face the waves of fears and lies
And free that which they have enslaved
For as hard as it may be
I must keep going
And to carry on hoping
That I’ll set myself free
Girl, I know it is hard
By them you have been scarred
Still, to them you must stand up
And soon, you’ll be running this club
You’ve been fighting for so long
Through thick and thin
You’re not the same one you’ve been
Keep standing strong
For a long time you’ve fought
Never will it end you thought
Yet in the end, you are still standing
And you’ll keep on learning
So stop hiding your struggle
Look at how much you’ve grown
Sure at times, you may stumble
But at least you are not alone
And thanks to time, love and therapy
You’ve found your family, sisters and brothers
So girl, you are in charge of your destiny
And soon…you’ll shine in brilliant colors
Lastly, ignore the whips of others
For they love to see you down
So don’t let them drown
And fly on like vultures
You still have a way to go
The path may seem endless, I know
Stil, you’re evolving, becoming nicer
And soon you’ll be brighter than any fire
In the end, this is Your story
And only you are its writer
So fight your monsters and stand in glory
For you are not a weakling! Because you girl….are a fighter!!
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thisismecoping · 3 months
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confessionsofcalling · 4 months
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Midnight
Another midnight, another year.
It is impossibly different and impossibly the same. I am lying in bed with my gorgeous dog. I have cried tears, I have felt grateful and I felt unbelievably exhausted. I have hurt so much and healed so much and hurt so much all over again.
I am taking a big breath in and letting it slowly easy out again. What I painful and beautiful thing it is that I am still alive at also the midnight again. That I am here to see another year.
I am meeting myself here at midnight, and meeting again all my past selves that have sobbed through the night and woken up puffy to January first and little no hope. I feel sad. No denying it. But maybe this year I am just a tad more hopeful than devastated. I’m calling that a huge achievement.
If New Year is the time when people decide to take leaps, to do more or less of this and that in the coming year then I can think about the gentlest ways to leave the crappy stuff behind and try to find more light.
Maybe this year I can start to love my body a tiny bit more.
Maybe this year I can trust myself a bit more.
Maybe this year I can be present just a bit more often.
Or maybe this year I’ll just survive.
But for the first time I think staying alive is a more achievable goal. Boy isn’t that crazy.
I imagine God holding my hand as a step over the line of another year. He is so kind to me. I have questions sure, I have doubts, but I have enough faith to feel that if no one else gets just how hard it is to ignore the horrible voice in your head, God gets it. He will work everything for good in its time. Even if that’s impossible to believe right now.
I am breathing in and out again. I am lucky because I can do that freely. I am reflecting on that impossible similarity and that impossible change. I have more feckless than last year, my hair is a different colour, I am in a different house with different coloured walls. And yet, I am me and I am a bundle of energy and joy and tiredness and trauma and the world is still broken.
But in my breath I can believe that there is an eternal force that somehow means as I am breathing here in this little house by the river, somewhere a million miles away someone else is breathing at the same pace, crossing midnight and choosing life still. And so I will hang onto my faith in a God that cares for the most wounded and fragile people and places. And I will relish however heartbreaking the chance to wake up tomorrow and try again.
When I have fallen this year, God has told me, get up beloved child.
When I have won this year God has said, well done beloved child.
When I have been exhausted God has said, rest beloved child.
So the midnight circumstances change, but the truth remains the same, beloved child. That’s me and that’s you.
This is, as always, such a mess of word vomit and love and bad grammar and hope and all the things.
Hey midnight.
Hey fellow traveler.
We made it, once again.
Keep on keeping on.
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bielebielebielebiele · 5 months
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Pro tip for NNN:
Everytime you feel urges, just take a dose of heroin!
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mindfulsouls · 10 months
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A Snippet:
-Healing From the Words of An Abuser-
“His words feel like oil sunk into in my mind and I can’t seem to find the dish soap”
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