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shrucelium · 10 days
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Cannot tell the difference between teenage angst and a genuine problem.
Have I disliked my mother for a while or is this just something that happens? Is my memory ever going to get better? Can i ever remember yesterday without having to pause in my steps and genuinely think? Is sleep ever going to get less scary? Is whats left of me what defines me or the pieces I’ve left behind?
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shrucelium · 10 days
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shrucelium · 11 days
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Everytime i go to a friends place i get jealous like, what do you mean you can *talk* to your parents??? What do you mean you can communicate with them and have actual interesting conversations and tell them about your hobbies?
What do you mean you didn’t have to translate government documents at six?
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shrucelium · 23 days
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cant wait to sing those unsung prayers i have in my cupboard
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shrucelium · 23 days
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''I miss the womb'' this ''it was so much simpler'' that until you actually have to go back and be trapped within the sticky, humid grasp it had on your body.
Its dark, its cramped and so ungodly warm. It hugs you because it has to, and sustains you because thats its responsibility. The suffocation and stench makes you wonder why you ever wanted to be back in the first place. You will look out and yearn for independence and freedom yet look back and weep over what you'd lost.
I bet those 9 months were the worst thing i've ever had to live through, and the best thing I could every think back upon.
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shrucelium · 25 days
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The purest form of love I can offer is choosing to immortalised through you instead of being immortalised through rock and stone
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shrucelium · 1 month
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am i just meant to sit and wallow like we've done for centuries before or am i meant to cry out to humanity and hope someone answers my call?
Seasonal blues are so real, sometimes you just sit there and blurt out things like
“ please look at me like you love me before i rip apart at my seams trying to love you”
Like okay you depressed emo ass, didn’t need to hear that
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shrucelium · 1 month
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Seasonal blues are so real, sometimes you just sit there and blurt out things like
“ please look at me like you love me before i rip apart at my seams trying to love you”
Like okay you depressed emo ass, didn’t need to hear that
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