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exhausted-undead · 2 months
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hmm. he's a sickly guy and she's a girl with self esteem issues - what could go wrong (too much) (someone get sky a tissue)
also viktor my love I figured out your face and im so proud (I'm evolving somewhat)
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lostmf · 3 months
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azultecnicolor · 9 months
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"Good luck to ye', whatever it is that you're fightin' about"
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sufiiiiiiii · 1 year
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The restlessness of loosing
memories of someone who's
already gone..
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floweryaya · 8 months
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how was i supposed to learn how to love myself
or accept love from people around me
when the only person who should have loved me from the moment i was born
did nothing but left me torn
i cannot see a reason to stay alive
just a bunch to end my life
just a bunch to fly away
but not a one to make me stay
i thought i could see a star
shining bright in the sky
but oh, the huge scar
it only makes me cry
leaving no place for hope
no place for my shattered heart
just waiting for my final breath
for my final part
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acarp911 · 2 months
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I’m tired of trying to cure loneliness.
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marshmellow-dragon · 1 year
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https://pin.it/2AIAkjH
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Does having a word for the emptiness in your soul help fill in its hollows?
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stephyytheseeker · 9 months
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do over
sometimes i wish
i could just start over
and go back to a time
where i was better,
smarter,
more talented.
a time where everybody liked me;
i liked me.
i was happier,
skinnier,
younger,
more beautiful.
i was a singer,
a writer,
an athlete.
i had dreams,
ambitions,
passion.
it feels as if
i’ve lived thousands of lives
before my life actually began.
now i’m 22
and stuck;
undecided.
not sure what to do,
not sure who to be,
not sure how to live.
i don’t know who i am anymore
and there’s no one else to blame
but myself.
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dreambird21 · 5 months
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I stare out into the open expanse and wonder if maybe, just maybe - death is more forgiving than that which brings life.
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boysaresuicidal2 · 2 years
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I never thought anyone could be in love
with me. I never thought I held the capacity
to be loved. I knew how far I'd go for the
idea of love. I knew the depths my heart
would go for who I loved, but this maze of
love never being reciprocated, or somehow
fell short. I found myself feeling smaller
every time someone left, the investment cost
me so much. I just wanted to be loved.
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La cantidad de lagrimas.
Vagando en el sufrimiento de mi día a día, nadando en mi agua salada de tristeza, perdida entre el bosque de mis pensamientos, siento que pierdo la vida.
Entre cada llanto, entre cada palabra, entre cada sollozo, solo se desperdician mis energías... y me pregunto, ¿Cuántas lágrimas aguanta una persona, antes de morir?...
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tora-the-cat · 1 year
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On the Left, Bianca Di Angelo; Left to fend for herself and her brother at 10 years old against monsters and gods and the mortal world alike, she toughs it out and keeps him alive, even when she barely knows what's going on and aches for the companionship of someone like herself.
On the left, Vi; notoriously overprotective of her little sister, even against their adoptive brothers (though she does love and respect them too, on some level). She lashes out when her sister puts herself in an extremely bad position, but it obviously comes from a place of worry.
Both girls make plenty of mistakes that they don't always get the chance to work out with their sibling, but that doesn't diminish the all emcompassing care they have for what may as well be their child. But which will move on? Get voting!
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lostmf · 6 months
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This is what grief feels like
an okay day and a good day and an okay day then a bad one .
Bad that follows and empties you.
Bad like a sinkhole.
It feels like on the table,
an unrelenting urge to lay your head down wherever you are, whomever you are with.
It feels like
a night of vivid dreams, and when you wake, all day you hold one dream close because in it everything was back to how it once was.
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pain-neverends-blog · 2 years
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Sometimes I just need some fucking help man
Is that too much to ask for?
Sometimes I’m just so fucking overwhelmed
Why does asking for some fucking help have to turn into a fucking fight?
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sufiiiiiiii · 1 year
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ab dheere dheere samajh aa raha hai wo khargosh race chhodke thodi der k liye kyun so gaya tha.....
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w4lly-d4rl1ng · 11 months
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very sad short story
me: i lurv yur
them: naur *rejec*
me lator: taurking taur thur mmooouuuuruuurrurnnn.. trauring tor gert tur yyouuurrrurrrurrr
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ART IS NOT MINE!!1!11!!11!!!
I forget who the creator is, but whoever created this deserves all the credit.
funni short story is mine tho 🤓
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