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Whatever is eating you up inside - in time, it will subside.

Bruce Adler (via rabbruad1)

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Nobody tells you how much mental illness fucks with your perception of time. How you can’t place memories right. How you can’t distinguish if something happened a month ago or a year ago. How you lose entire chunks. Weeks, months of memories just get brushed away somewhere. What you do remember just ebbs and flows together. You’re never really in the moment so you can’t ever really hang onto it.

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sometimes i hate being a writer bc literally everything in the world can give me an idea for a story and that makes me want to write it before i finish the stuff i’ve already started and then that makes me want to punch myself in the face

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“I move uneasily in a new dimension of helplessness.”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Stanley Kunitz featured in A Self-Portrait In Letters (via writemeanna)

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unless one character in the equation is a heinous asshole or something, i am entirely impervious to love triangles. 

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“Being myself doesn’t seem to work.”

— J.T. Barnett

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at some point someone’s gonna kiss you on the forehead which is just fucking stellar so stay alive for that

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First

You were my first, and I was yours.

So many things we shared, experienced together. Our first big trips, our first love, our first sex. But now, we pass each other like strangers. We share our trips, our love, our sex with other people. Doesn’t it feel strange to you? 

You were my first. And now, we’re practically strangers.

#love #first #strangers #life story #life #loss

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Send Me A Sign

Do you still think of me? I keep wondering if you have forgotten me. If I’m still a presence in your head, slumbering like you’re in mine.

We were never in love.

Did you think we were? Did you wanted to be more than friends? Or was that just my own pretentious mind, my ego telling me I was irresistible for you. Just be my friend, again. We had fun. Isn’t that enough? I know you did horrible thing. We both know I did too. Everyone did, everyone does, everyone will. Isn’t joy of being friends enough to risk it? Send me a sign.

#friends #loss #send me a sign #bye? #personal #me #diary #life #life stories

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“You made yourself free by loving, because you are giving it all away: your soul, your worth, your emotions, your time, and that is why being brokenhearted, is quite being tied to a state of exclusion, a private prison. But when you love, you have this emptiness, a whole lot of space, selfless, selfless space.”

— Chuck Akot, “Selfless s p a c e. ”

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Love this already!

Writing Prompt #41

“Who could have done this?” A covered their mouth in shock and disgust, eyes unwillingly stick to the mangled corpse in the alley.

“We don’t know yet, but whatever it is, it was dumb enough to make an enemy out of the entire city, so we expect more brute than brain. 

B, the person the two were unknowingly speaking of, smiled in the crowd of onlookers. This city was already more interesting than the last one.