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belovedapollo · 1 month
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fragments and memories of things I can’t fight 🗡️ reblog is ok, don’t repost / use
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luvermore · 3 months
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last couple of journal days in my fauxbonichi
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eccedentesiast-skies · 3 months
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Learning to grieve aspects of yourself once believed would be apart of you forever, is one of the scariest yet most enlightening experiences.
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martishort · 3 months
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oldcoyote · 3 months
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journalling this morning and came to the thought that if i think all of my friends are amazing, wonderful, cool people that i admire (which i do), then i can't be worthless like my rat brain says because they have to be investing their valuable time and their love in me for a reason?
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maukive · 1 year
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justalittlelogophile · 2 months
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🔥🦁 Roar 🦁🔥
Sometimes I wonder if my roaring like a lion
Is just my insecurity
Fueled by the desperate desire to prove myself
To be heard by those who chose to be deaf.
~Po
(July 1st, 2023)
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The balancing act of craving and slowly dying.
And what can I tell you? In my defense.. I am afraid. I am fighting two very real, very opposing fears. The fear of flying/ The fear of staying on the ground. Time is so fickle, so fragile. Me, I am a hedonist; but not necessarily in the way that you('d) think. I am the kind of person that goes over the limit too often with things that feel good. My hands ache from the desire to grasp onto these moments and take them forever for myself. I fight my own selfishness and in it I become even more selfish. I fight my own love for this life in dying, in hiding, in silences. In distance. In escape. Perhaps I am too idealistic; or perhaps, that too is an excuse. A lie too inviting to resist biting into. Just as reality greedily sinks its fangs into my dreams and I never rush to rescue them. In another life, I am courageous. In some tomorrow that steals my todays. I lose everything because I try to own everything and I lose even more because I try to own nothing. Attachment makes a prisoner out of me, it makes me a slave to it; it makes me lose control. But what I'll never admit is: how I long to lose it. And how I long for a good enough excuse. How I long to feel my own heart before it runs out of beats. It's a promise I need to stop breaking. In the glimpses, when I am truthful, I realize: my feet are getting restless from staying in the grey.
-Katarina
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belovedapollo · 7 months
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October has been a rollercoaster so far 😔
reblog is ok, don’t repost
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luvermore · 4 months
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a couple of recent journals in my pocket size moleskine
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unicorntgoughts · 1 month
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Things end. And it’s important for me to learn how to let what’s over be over.
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noctuary-of-one · 1 year
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24.04.23
You'll understand, won't you? I left my heart in my suitcase, and home is always out on the horizon. I go to the beach alone, and I dance with the tide but scoff at the sea foam. Do you understand? Hopefully. I come home, and the ocean leaks out from my shoe soles.
-one
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martishort · 3 months
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some journal pages about one direction and nights out. the bon voyage has old passport photos inside.
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maukive · 1 year
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Before the pen
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