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dillydeitydally · 8 months
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Dear, Me #5:
What happened to you? What changed you? What turned you to be sad and constantly think about death?
Where did it go wrong?
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dillydeitydally · 8 months
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Since July is Disability Pride Month
(as opposed to every other month when we're all demure about disability rights /gentle sarcasm)
I wanted to highlight one of my favorite artists: Liberal Jane.
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dillydeitydally · 8 months
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dear, me #4:
it's so ironic that the idea of cutting/hurting yourself is your way to live. for many years, i have been asking myself, 'why am i doing this?'... and for many years, i came empty-handed. but, now, at twenty, i discovered that self-harming in not my way of life, but to feel life.
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dillydeitydally · 9 months
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dear, me #3
is it that unusual to choose peace over adventure? people often look at me with disbelief when i tell them that i am already content with my books, coffee, and netflix subscription.
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dillydeitydally · 9 months
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dear, me #2
for a long time, I had no answer to the question, 'who was there at your lowest?'
the answer has been in front of me all along.
the four corners of my childhood bedroom heard my cries in the darkest part of the night; my two pillows wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks; my thick blanket gave me thousands of comforting hugs whenever i'm sad and terrified, and my brown teddy bear stayed when the world turned its back on me.
sometimes, a friend can be a place.
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dillydeitydally · 9 months
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dear, me #1
i wonder if you regret wishing to grow up fast now that you're twenty and have discovered that the life of grownups you saw when you were a child is far from the fantasy you imagined when you were nine
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dillydeitydally · 10 months
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Loneliness is the price I am willing to pay just to keep the peace. In my head. In my heart. In my soul.
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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my teenager self wouldn't understand this but i do... and she will be proud of me because finally i'm slowly loving life again by letting myself feel fear, be imperfect, embrace my flaws, and create mistakes and learning from them.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some storied don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”
— Gilder Radner
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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sa labang mahirap maipanolo
ngunit, titindig hanggang dulo
sisigaw hanggang maubos ang tinig
hindi mapapagod, manantili akong nakatindig
para sa kapwa, para sa bayan
para sa bansang nais kong ipaglaban
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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she is more than her scars
her eyes that are once dimmed
they are now twinkling like stars
the heart that once dead
now pounding to live
all her once faded dreams
it is brighter than before
she is much more than her scars
you are more than your scars
because you are enough
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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when things are falling apart, who do i call?
no one.
when life gets hard, who do i run to?
no one.
when tears are falling from my eyes, who would help me wipe them away?
no one.
when loneliness becomes a weight that is hard to carry, who will help me carry it?
no one.
when everything starts to feel wrong, who will remind me that everything will be alright in time?
no one.
when i start to question my existence, who will remind me that i matter too?
no one.
who will help me find the light?
no one.
who will extend their hand to help me?
no one.
no one is going to do these things for me because i am me
disposable and forgettable
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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it is so unfair that i have to bear the responsibility of healing the wounds that other people caused me
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dillydeitydally · 1 year
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binabawi ko na ang sinabi kong 'di na kita mahal'
binabawi ko na ang pangako kong iibig ako ng iba
binabawi ko na ang mga salita kong 'di ko mapanindigan
binabawi ko na ang sinambit kong 'ayaw ko na sa'yo'
binabawi ko na ang mga salitang isinuka ko dahil hanggang ngayon, ang mga ngiti at litrato mo pa rin ang nagpapa-ngiti sa akin
binabawi ko na... binabawi ko na ang lahat dahil mahal pa rin kita
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dillydeitydally · 2 years
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after three years, i am finally trying to erase you in my memories
for three excruciating years, i am finally saying goodbye to you
i will no longer call you 'my love'
let's go back to where it all begun
the time where i can look into your eyes without my heart clenching
the second i only see you as you
not someone i used to love
for the second time, i will look straight into your eyes and say hi
this day and the following days, you and i are now strangers
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dillydeitydally · 2 years
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Distansya
sa paglipas ng panahon, damdamin ko'y sa'yo pa rin
hindi naubos, hindi natapos
kahit nasa malayo, ikaw pa rin ang nasa panaginip
palaging nakatingin sa langit, nagdarasal na sana'y ika'y bumalik ng ligtas
hindi man sa akin uuwi
malaman lang na maayos ang lagay, ang pighati'y mapapawi na
mula noon hanggang ngayon, hindi na kita maabot
malapit man o malayo
ngunit kahit ganoon, ang puso ko'y iyo pa rin
kahit na ang iyo'y may sinisigaw na pangalan ng iba na rinig ko mula roon at dito
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dillydeitydally · 2 years
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“When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.”
— Lemony Snicket
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dillydeitydally · 2 years
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Other Me
What does it feel like when someone checks up on you?
What does it feel when someone misses you when you don't reply to a text?
What does it feel when someone remembers you when they saw something that reminds them of you?
What does it feel when someone wants you to tell a story about your life?
What does it feel when someone patiently waits for you to be online and chat with you for hours?
What does it feel to be someone's favorite person?
What does it feel to have someone you could call whenever you need someone to talk to?
What does it feel to be someone's best friend?
What does it feel to not be alone?
What does it feel to not be invisible?
What does it feel to not be me?
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