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Five Stages of Grief (Taylor’s Version)

The Tortured Poets Department on April 19th 2024 <3

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"Stop comparing where you’re at with where everyone else is. It doesn’t move you farther ahead, improve your situation, or help you find peace. It just feeds your shame, fuels your feelings of inadequacy, and ultimately, it keeps you stuck. The reality is that there is no one correct path in life. Everyone has their own unique journey." - Daniell Koepke

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I ask the traffic lights if it will be alright, they say

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Concept sketches for Wish (2023) by Griselda Sastrawinata-Lemay

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not to be a horny but i think we should hold hands and go on museum dates together ♡

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Shop , Patreon , Books and Cards , Mailing List

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Daughter and Father My OCs: Dayane and Nikolar

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she has a flower for you!

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Patience is waiting...

Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness, but to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience. The two most powerful warriors are patience and time. - Leo Tolstoy

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Pride and Prejudice (2005) + tumblr posts (part 1)

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I don't think enough Americans realize just how disastrous Covid was. Over 1 million Americans died in just 2 years. More people died from Covid then the fucking civil war and people seemingly don't give a shit. 1 million deaths. That's horrifying. We need to acknowledge how impactful this has been.

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i hide my heart away like it is a precious treasure.

i protect it with all that i have.

safe from being used, shattered, and broken.

only the best of the best will ever get to touch it.

but i see no one worthy of touching it.

no one kind enough, pretty enough, brave enough.

no one has touched it for a long time. no one has been good enough to touch it.

or do they just not want to?

maybe my heart is too tough, too unique, or even off-putting.

maybe the home in which it resides isn't pretty enough, isn't skinny enough.

is my heart worth anything? has it become so untouchable that it now has no value?

is my heart truly unattainable?

or does no one even want to open the book that holds the dog eared pages of my life?

maybe the cover is too ugly for the book to ever be opened.

maybe the cover needs to lose weight. or buy new clothes. or become someone else entirely.

no one wants to touch, hold, love, or open a book with an ugly cover.

an ugly cover may as well make the contents worthless.

my heart that is tucked ever so safely away from the world, is being shattered anyway.

turns out having an untouchable heart can be just as painful as having a whorish, used heart.

and now my heart is kept so safe and protected that there is no one to pick up its broken pieces.

no one can get in. maybe no one will ever want to.

so it stays broken and hidden behind the plain, unimpressive cover of a book that no one wants to read.