i cant fucking think straight because of this stupid meme i go grab a snack and sigh "hungrypilled foodmaxxer" to myself its ruining me
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Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
- T.S. Eliot
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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.
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you have a really nice date with a guy, hes attentive or whatever and you go back to his place. its gettin romantic its gettin kinda hot and heavy youre mackin on him etc. you pull up his shirt. made of wood. you look at his face. featureless and made of wood. you have just fallen for the CLASSIC human-sized wooden mannequin prank
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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.
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I’m a great artist with public recognition millions on my bank account healthy relationships and a healthy mind and body .(wishful thinking)
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Sometimes we meet someone and are with them for a short time, yet somehow we write about them forever.
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One day it just clicks… You realise what is important and what isn’t, you learn to care less about what other people think of you and care more about what you think of yourself. You realise how far you have come and you remember thinking that things were such a mess they’d never recover and then you smile. You smile because you’re truly proud of the person you have fought to become.
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“My love is the flower that lies among the graves.”
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It takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations .
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The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.
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but if I’m thinking them, there must be a kernel of truth to them, mustn’t there be?
Hs
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The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you’ve already stopped loving that person forever.
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the sunset is often my anchor. stopping to admire the sky as day melts into night inspires gratitude and reminds me to be kind to myself. im trying my hardest to acknowledge and combat negative self-talk. i am not too stupid for this. i am capable.
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I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.
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a lot of things have changed since i was last active on here... expect to see some changes around here :)
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In defense of the horrible Willy Wonka AI experience, I do think it captured the true spirit of Gene Wilder’s Wonka: tormenting a bunch of british children to the point of tears
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