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becomingabettermeblog · 8 months
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The other day I was over at my sister’s, going through my mum’s things, and I found some photos of me as a child. It shocked me that I had ever been that small! And in these photos, I am bright-eyed, beaming so brilliantly at the camera, missing teeth and all. I looked really happy. There is not a lot of my childhood that I look back fondly upon, so it is nice that I have some evidence to remind myself that it wasn’t all bad.
The reason I am writing this post is because, as I looked at those photos of little me, I finally realised something: this is who is on the receiving end of every nasty thing I say about myself. When I call myself ugly, stupid, fat, useless, etc., I’m just affirming it to her!
And I am truly devastated that it has taken me 24 years to realise that not only have I internalised the bullying I experienced as that little girl, but I have also been perpetuating it! I have allowed myself to become my own bully.
I’m sad that she has never been safe with me. :(
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I identify myself as dead tonight. Oh! The reason why I died? I kept on holding onto people who never kept their promises. I kept listening to the songs that were forbidden for me. I kept feeding on the drugs that I knew would ruin me. I kept falling in love despite knowing love doesn't stay when you need it the most. I kept waiting for people to turn back, the ones who chose death over me. Well, maybe not. Nobody has a say over death. But, for tonight, just for tonight, let me blame them for leaving me in this desert alone. Tonight, I identify myself as dead, because I would rather let what I couldn't have kill me this moment, the things that I desperately prayed for, than live making compromises.
-Sabina Yesmin
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It seems terrible to me to let something so beautiful turn into a sticky monster of tar and fire. Although, I admit, part of me wants to let the beast loose. To let the pain turn into rage and to let the destructive chaos be unleashed. Let it break us and make us suffer. May it do us irreparable damage and wound us to the point of death. Let it bleed you. Let it make me cry. Because sometimes I think the closest I can get to loving you is to destroy you.
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“We were never sweet or cute, like romance had always seemed.
Your dark eyes were manic and egotistical.
My heart was obsessive and blind.
Somehow we ended up in this tragically beautiful mess”
-extract from my 2am Poetry folder.
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koopalings4life · 1 year
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”Just one more. Then I’ll go to sleep.” I say to myself as I lie on my side at 2AM, my iPad brightness turned all the way down and autorotate turned off as I prepare to open the 163rd Willenry fanfic I’ve read on AO3 tonight.
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looking-for-paradies · 10 months
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wanting was enough. for me it was enough
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ripin2 · 11 months
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i knew it was over when i began to feel my support becoming a burden.
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thewokebloke · 2 years
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It's an absolute necessity to keep both the imaginative and inquisitive child & the wise and composed old man alive within oneself at all times. Only then does a challenging adulthood feel like an adventure amidst all of it's hustles and grinds & ups and downs, rather than just making the individual endure & drag through it with utter resentment & a resounding lack of enthusiasm.
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I usually love nights more than the days. I love when the sky wears the moon and the stars sparkle around it. I love the silence that speaks a thousand different languages then. I love the hope songs of the seeds buried inside earth. I love the rustle of the leaves and the swaying trees. I love when I pay attention to the details of nature and take nothing about this privilege called life for granted.
Sabina Yesmin
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theartofeverything · 10 months
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Had fun playing around on procreate while jamming to some tunes last night. You know that special kind of 2am peaceful freedom? That’s what this is.
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2amprose · 1 year
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Did you fall in love with them, or something else?
Did you fall in love with them, or what they were able to give you momentarily?
Did you fall in love with them, or the picture of them that you put on a pedestal?
Did you fall in love with them, or the little things they did when you two were about to fall apart?
Did you fall in love with them, or the idea that they could heal and understand you in a way that nobody else ever could? That they could heal the traumas left in your soul that went deeper than any knife ever could?
Did you *really* fall in love with them?
Or just your imagination?
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