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brwnsimmer · 1 year
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Am I the only one who re-categorizes their CC so that the sculptures section isn’t overloaded with things like custom toilet paper?!
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uwishjellyfish1 · 1 year
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lorahlie · 1 year
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I’m sick of seeing 20y.o millionaires on my socials where are the people who sleepwalk through life barely surviving each day
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goldambitious · 1 year
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4am 3/10/23
Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the piercing sober thoughts
But tonight feels heavy, the anxiety feels heavy, and the darkness feels consuming
The guilt is heavy
The pressure is heavy
I’m okay, but it’s been a while since I’ve written, and tonight I would like to release — here on this app that appears abandoned — where I hope nobody I know will read
I feel this darkness inside of me, it surfaces from time to time — straight up angst, melancholy, and shame
I’ve let so many people down, and I’ve picked so many up
My sober-self-sabotaging brain tends to focus on the ones I’ve failed—mostly failed due to my bad habits
I’ve loved, and I’ve lost — and Im talking about that “the notebook” type love…
I think I truly wear my heart on my sleeve, when I love romantically — it is … hard-furious-passionate and you will feel it; it tends to consume me… and almost everytime it translates into jealousy, and I let my insecurities win, and it gets truly ugly
Nonetheless, 2 long relationships have forever shaped and changed my perspective on life, and yeah I do feel deeply depressed and ashamed when I think of how terribly I fucked it all up..
I wish I could apologize to those two women I gave my heart too in the past, but it would do no justice, all the sins I committed cannot be absolved by a simple “I’m sorry” — nothing can change my mistakes, and I truly think that those two people — they know my heart — it’s not black, it’s not empty — more-so.. misguided, maybe I’ll even say jaded.. — I let my pride and ego ruin me . . .
Well, my heart and my mind feel really heavy thinking of the beautiful / terrible memories I shared with the 2 people I romantically fell in love with — I’m terrified of love, I think it is my biggest fear — I realize now, how easily I can lose myself, how I love so hard, how i can be suffocating ..
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that type of love again — I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself love like that again — my last love was “the one that got away” — my best friend - turned love of my life — and I ruined that — if I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want to love anyone else like I loved her — I refuse — I don’t think anyone on this planet exists like her — all I can say is I’m grateful I got to experience that — it was a beautiful disaster — she was beautiful - I was the disaster - it was magic
Now that I let that part out…
I miss my cousin, I miss you so fuckin crazy brother, I hope you’re spirit is watching over me — I hope you’re not suffering — I hope you give me the strength I need to succeed and keep it pushin gangsta — I love you — no savès cuanto me haces falta loco
Why god took you from us so soon? I don’t know & I don’t think I’m supposed to ask
But FUCK, I can’t help it, the relationship that existed and still exists between me and you.. that was a one of a kind, you listened to me — you opened up to me — and everyone in that varrio knew what it was wit you n me — straight up dos pocos pero locos vatos, desde morritos primo, bien locos — peleando como hermanos pero Al fin del dia hermanos firmè
I miss your laugh, I miss our inside jokes, I miss your presence when I had to cry about my hyna & we downed a couple 40s wit some firmè ass music on, smokin on sumthin nice n fine ahaaaa
I love you Alexis, until we meet again cousin.
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And to end this journal entry, it’s for you mom and dad, Erika, all of my family.
I feel stagnant, I achieved my first generation Bachelors degree, but I’ve been too intimidated to apply for a real job.. is it my anxiety? Is it my depression? — I think it’s a mixture of all the darkness I’ve endured — situations I’ve let impact me and mentally block me — emotionally block me — physically block me — I’m exhausted … I’m stuck. — but I can feel my time is coming, I am evolving .. I will prove to myself… I can do it.
I am sorry I haven’t been the man you all raised me to be
— I know I said, a simple apology will never absolve me of my sins, but it goes without saying, that apology is from the bottom of my heart.
I wish I could give you guys the life I know you deserve.
I’m 27, and I want to give you all the world.
Including my sister and my aunt and my brother in law.
I want to give you all the world
You deserve it all and more.
And I won’t stop until I’ve righted all my wrongs.
God willing:
I won’t stop until I prove it to myself — for myself.
I am the man they raised me to be.
I love myself.
I deserve it.
Until next time 🤞🏾
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poetjonnyox · 2 years
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A woman like you should never have to drink coffee alone. -Jonny Ox #coffee #coffeequotes #romance #alonequotes #sadqoutes #letmehelp #jonnyox #blackcoffee #aloneness #goodmorning #morningcoffee #novels #tablesetting #moodquotes #hesaid #shesbeautiful #she #justathought #thinkingoutloud https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgwox7iunHV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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madmoizhell · 2 years
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The mirror of the soul.
Grindelwald didn’t always have different coloured eyes. Originally, they were both brown.
He wanted to be as close to Dumbledore as he could so he tried to have the same eyes than him.
Grindelwald cast a spell, it didn’t fully work : just one turned blue. It wasn’t a failure for him so he kept it : it always reminded him of his better half.
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greengableswriting · 2 years
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I’m Sorry-Poem
Here’s a poem I made. It isn’t bright or cheery, and it doesn’t have a happy or satisfying ending either. But I hope this poem helps others better understand that some people aren’t just quiet, they may be actually uncomfortable with talking, and for different reasons. 
“You’re so quiet”
I am introverted,
Yes,
But why else? You should ask.
I don’t like the feeling of being
Wrong in what I say.
Say what comes first to mind
Instead comes out wrong, taken wrong, 
And taken 
From me.
Never to be taken back.
I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for all the things I’ve said wrong.
I like you, just not my words,
Thought one thing, said another;
My brain
Skips tracks on the way to speaking,
So it sounds wrong,
Words that don’t belong 
In this conversation. 
I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry for my tone of voice, 
I’m not mad, just disappointed. 
Not annoyed, but just clarifying. 
I’m joking! 
Not insulting you. 
That came out wrong. 
I’m sorry.
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gojosdumpydump · 29 days
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Do i have a.... Degrading kink?.... Yes yes I do being called a slut is just nggghhhhh
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loversplayground · 2 months
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All the 🫠. pc: @kinkly
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quinnislost · 6 months
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i'm so obsessive when attracted to someone, and it's even worse when the other person is equally as obsessed or love/attention bombs me bc then it's like a high i can't get down from
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giterdonedave · 7 months
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coltwizard · 9 months
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My mother is a strain in my neck,
she causes me to clench my jaw, mind, neck and back every time she gets near.
I hear the tone of her voice and think about how she screeches my jaw and every sense of self.
She distracts me, is negligent of her surroundings and easily manipulated beyond belief.
She causes me stress, pain, worry and concern. As she begs insistence that she does no wrong or cannot be better in her ways.
So comfortable in her inefficient, silly, stubborn ways.
She believes she's able to do anything and will not be put down.
Yet frequent to play a victim, as if she could do no wrong,
she wears me thin and hurts my head, strains my neck and teeth.
I do not wish for her to die and yet, it's easy to say that I do,
I'm under stress of her pacing walk, her love is sick, gross and under stated beyond belief.
My father is a control freak, or so I'm led to think, yelling, stressed and angered, yet he pays his way into the world.
Struggled, they have for long, and yet, pain they bring me much.
I feel free without their looming lapse and wish not to discuss with them.
People are frustrating, yet, to some degree they're nice.
When I am in the world, I feel able to think, be and do.
Just the very spark of my mothers voice sends my spine to urge pain and shrivel into my skin, I feel the stress seep in.
She coughs, sniffs and shutters,
I hate how she makes noise.
It brings me much frustration to hear her existence in my world.
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digital-bud · 1 year
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KUTTY STORY | Happiness In Giving
Beyond Asking – Beyond Taking – Beyond Thanking– Beyond Joy – Being one who cares – Giving without expectation – Carrying Human Values Hai Readers, Thoughtful Message – I wish to share this with you all readers. A small message has been conveyed by this story. I wish to send a few good messages of positivity, general thoughts for giving with expectation, selflessness, etc. Photo by Adam B. on…
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lorahlie · 1 year
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today is a much better day, only took 2 days of sitting outside in the sun to get here
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attympiad · 1 year
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#justathought #thinkbig https://www.instagram.com/p/CprR1NDSZtL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Its a poem, writing I spilled out one day when my heart was hurt...
I miss her even though she’s still here I miss her soon she will be without fear!
I miss her smile her crazy laugh. I miss the girl that made us wonder, made us ponder, why we made some choices that weren’t quite our fit. She wears her heart on her sleeve, knowing that it’s would attract some not such good suits… I miss her lonely spirit, yet so many she touched. I miss her even thought she’s still here. I miss her thought she will soon be without her fearful heart
She hoped to find still! She would give anything to quiet the sad voices in her head. She was lonely and shared her bed.. She followed the wrong hope, regret she had many, hanging on to the rope, not to rest a minute… She laid at her feet, meaning to start new in the morning light, contradicting everything she believed. And not dealing, having hopes in sight. Torn and twisted heart breaking she trailed the path, learning to run and never breathe. Breath will come, when fears are some, peace be here, not so near, everyday a fight never to take flight…. My dreams will awake and my life not such a fake… I miss her even though she is here…
River end and flows our lives come to a close in the river, what did we learn, what did we use to keep our heads above water, or did we float keeping faith that we would stay at the waters edge and not show we were drowning everyone around, feeling the same were you the one that flailed, asking for help, was that weak ,was that strong was that a moment of wrong, to be proud or a moment to feel a fool… It is a vulnerable wave that we ride not for anyone. It was a moment in time. The sun comes up, the river flows, and the sun shines….
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