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sea-myg · 2 days
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Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long
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sea-myg · 2 days
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I’m sorry the people around you think you’re weak for crying. Bodies are designed to release stress through tears. The fact that so many were taught to suppress their body’s functioning isn’t on you.
Be brave.
Rebel.
Cry.
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sea-myg · 10 days
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like matryoshka, one inside another inside another inside another.
Birthright, George Abraham // tumblr user dogsmouth // The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: White Flock //Anne Carson, Nox // A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails, Halyna Kruk // Herman Melville, from a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne //tumblr user eridan-amporna // tumblr user boyflesher(deactivated) // For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick // Elizabeth Robinson, Brothers
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sea-myg · 10 days
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I wish I could fall in love.
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sea-myg · 13 days
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YOU BIT INTO ME AND I WASN'T AS SOFT AS YOU EXPECTED; ON PERVERTED LOVE.
i. b. vyache // unknown // isabel allende // dante émile (@orpheuslament) // rainer maria rilke // florence + the machine // unknown // clarice lispector // @ruhlare
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sea-myg · 13 days
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"to endure!"
vincent van gogh ("trees and undergrowth") robert lowell [How will the heart endure?] vincent van gogh [I must endure bad times and the waters will rise, possibly as high as the lips and possibly even higher, how can I know beforehand? But I’ll fight my fight and sell my life dearly and try to win and pull through.] rainer maria rilke [To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.] joan didion [Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it.] elena ferrante [maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.] elena ferrante [I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.] han kang [The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even as a child, as far back as she could remember, she had done nothing but endure.] victor frankl [What is to give light must endure burning.]
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sea-myg · 14 days
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The problem with liking twinky men is that their delicate sweet hands are not going to help you live a comfortable life without any hardship on the other hand the macho man who's too cool to paint his nails is going to take care of you but he is also going to ruin your freedom, then the leftover men are cheaters and sab*sers like you can never catch a break . You can never win with the men you date these days. I want men to have more flavour.
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sea-myg · 20 days
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Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"
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sea-myg · 21 days
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— Louise Glück, from “The Untrustworthy Speaker.”
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sea-myg · 26 days
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hyper specific 5am collection about freshman year of college (so far) and the pit it leaves inside your chest !!!!!!
Constantin Émile Meunier, Ophelie / D.H. Lawrence / Sung Hwa Kim, Untitled / pinterest user wuxianspeare / Albert Camus / pinterest user raiiiisha / Ramón Casas, Tired
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sea-myg · 26 days
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Oh, Kafka, we’re really in it now …
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sea-myg · 29 days
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One thing I love about being an adult is that whoever is going to meet me and the friends I have currently will never know how much I suffered in my childhood. I feel like a totally different person I am not the girl who had health trauma I am not the girl who had three surgeries I am not sick I am healthy I am not living in fear that I would die in my mid teens. I don't even think of that time of my life anymore it's so far behind.
I love being a whole new person.
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sea-myg · 30 days
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wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry
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sea-myg · 30 days
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screenshots of despair
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sea-myg · 1 month
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obsessed with this photo my friend took out of her window of just a random ass wild rat in her lemon tree. who is he
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sea-myg · 1 month
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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me
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sea-myg · 1 month
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Sometimes I think I was just meant to love people and see them for who they are but not have them stay in my life forever. It's like being a mountaineer I climb a mountain and I am so grateful for the view, the sunlight, the orange sky, the clouds, the trees, the beautiful birds, the cool wind on my cheeks but I know I cannot make a home here on this peak, I have to get back , but I am so grateful to be able to see such a beautiful sight and I will miss it forever and I will write about it and think about it when I am having tea and it will leave me with a bittersweet feeling, my chest all warm a half smile on my face and my eyes teary.
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