Ready for bed but having to force myself to be tired enough to sleep 🐑
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“How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”
— Nina LaCour
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Vital pandemic reminders:
You are allowed to feel bad, to stay in bed and to focus on surviving.
You are allowed to take care of your mental health first.
You do not need to prove anything through this pandemic (or any other moment).
You do not need to apply productive standards onto you when you're feeling this bad and struggling this hard.
You can be literally a sponge, netflix and chill all day, night owl, forgetting about the existence of everything else. (given you eat, drink, wash yourself and take your medicines regularly !)
It's such a hard time to be alive, I don't see why you should try harder now than you ever did before. Just survive and stay focused on keeping yourself happy and healthy, instead of forcing yourself to hit the milestones of your life while you struggle with essential needs like sleep and mental health.
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Got my art framed finally!!
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Rihanna for Savage x Fenty
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Thoughts in my head, always circling about
Thoughts in my head, thick and throughout
These thoughts never stop, neither day or night
Regardless if my prescribed Klonopin tries to put up a fight
“You’re over-emotional, melodratic, you’re a psycho, you’re fat”
If you’re wondering what I’m thinking about myself it’s constantly that
These thoughts come and go, freely, as they please
These thoughts, though, have never once left me with ease
“You’re uneducated, you’re uncultured, you’re a hick”
Honestly, sometimes I just look at myself and I feel sick
I wish I could love my skin, my stretch marks, my asymmetric nose
I am just so goddamn tired of these same fucking clothes
To change requires effort, which is energy I don’t have
My friends are tired of me, and heart is just somedays in half
“Go do yoga, ride your bike, pick up an extra shift to make a few bucks”
I’m just too tired to give a fuck
The one thing that I am is more driven than anyone in this city,
But to pull me out of this hole almost feels like I need a committee
I miss my fucking dog, I’m real sad about that—
That is simply the purest love and I’ll never get her back
My bed is safe, reruns over and over of the same three shows
Anyone who’s seen me lately most definitely knows
How depressed I truly am, and how much of a drag
I can be most times, I’m just a walking red flag.
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Sabina Woytala performs at the European Skating Championship, 1999. Photographed by Graham Chadwick.
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