Sorry for not posting, i was taking a break on this app.
-benedict smith
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I don't believe in "what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger". I think it makes you weak first, terribly weak. It eats you, slowly, until you realize you're left with a void that feeds on misery. It might make you stronger, but it makes you awfully vulnerable first. The kind of vulnerable that is desolate and frail. The kind of vulnerable that is obnoxiously wretched.
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Archive moodboard for @freshwaterrselkie :
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January, 1933
The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]
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all the years blur together
and all I'm left with is this desolate emptiness of having done absolutely nothing at all
ever.
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