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obscure-rest-stop · 4 months
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Is it bad that whenever I hear the train, I wonder if I can run a mile fast enough to get hit by it? Anybody? Just me?
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obscure-rest-stop · 4 months
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Forever stuck between: Come on, you gotta move on. It's been forever.
And, maybe I need just a while longer to be alone.
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obscure-rest-stop · 4 months
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When you accidentally drink too much coffee, you get to have super anxiety as a lil treat.
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obscure-rest-stop · 5 months
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On a sunny day as such
Gazing into the open blue sky
The trees bare of leaves
The warmth outside says
It could be April
Or even October
Does it even matter
When time is an illusion
When Christmas in Australia
Is greeted by the blistering summer sun
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obscure-rest-stop · 5 months
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Would it be okay to scream here?
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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obscure-rest-stop · 5 months
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It's hard to remind myself that not every December is December 2018.
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obscure-rest-stop · 6 months
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A lack of honesty
Lying by omission
Forced to seek and find situations
That faired better
The first time around
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obscure-rest-stop · 6 months
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I don't have seasonal depression because of the weather or lack of sunlight. I have it because the crisp October air smells exactly like it did 15 years ago. And just like that, I'm there again. Powerless. Lonely.
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obscure-rest-stop · 6 months
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It is now time to play musical instruments incorrectly and call it music.
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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GIVE TRANS WOMEN CHAINSAWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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'Morning Autumn'. Andrea Tavernier. 1902.
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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“I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words.”
— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer, c. November 1912
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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Nonsense Scribbling
I found a handwritten note, Signed by the Altruist:
“I pretend to be warrior from a cold bay, Every other Saturday. His dice are a greenish-blue, But I don’t even like that hue.”
I wonder what it could mean. They always were so profound.
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”
— Douglas Coupland, Life After God
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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valley of death; take me into your hollow & dissolve my wounds.
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obscure-rest-stop · 7 months
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I don't like blue eyes
My mother has blue eyes
Her mother's eyes are also blue
My eyes are the tranquil teal of the sea
Not the purity of the blue sky
I am not them
I don't like blue eyes
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