Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.
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I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.
I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.
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secret life smp lizzie designs!!!!
i saw lizzie’s final episodes and immediately lost my mind
she’s living a sad little fairytale and there is significance and tragedy in everything that happens to her !!
sorry everyone else but lizzie is the main character. secret life ended when she died. i don’t make the rules.
pumpkin head, yellow and red life versions below v
(sorry i ended up writing a LOT in the tags whoops)
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something about Ocean Vuong saying Brooklyn's too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away and all the loneliness that comes with adulthood and remembering strangers who were friends too long ago.
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Living in long term loneliness and isolation is like: why should I do anything? It literally doesn't matter -> why would anyone want to be around me anyways? I've got nothing going for me
Especially since like, sure I could learn an instrument, but it's much harder completely on your own. And my motivation for such a task is what exactly? An imaginary performance? Some oh-so-promised future audience? Give me a break
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fav chuuya trivia: he’s a lightweight and a wine collector. combine it with the fact that poisons a weakness for him, ability wise, and too much alcohol is in fact poison. he chooses that often.
bonus: combine that with the fact that dazai’s coming of age came with going to a bar, and i don’t know what that means
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I.
My dear, even though you treat me kindly,
I'm stubborn. After we parted last night,
I went drinking and berated some weakling. This morning,
Waking up, I remember your kindness
And sadly reflect on my vile behavior. And now,
I, a total fraud, will here confess that, without shame,
Stripped of all dignity, and therefore lacking honesty—
I was urged on by my own illusions, raving mad.
[...]
III.
In this world we sadly live in like this, your heart—
Don't let it grow stubborn my dear
Because I hope for intimacy with you
Your heart— don't let it grow stubborn my dear.
[Excerpted from Poems of the Goat, written by Chuuya Nakahara, translated by Ry Beville]
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Final Fusion (a reflective poem)
So we became I
And I’m not sure how I feel
It’s so quiet in my head
Like I’m sitting at a table
Full of my closest mates
And now all the seats are empty
And there’s only one dinner plate
But as I walk down the hallways
Of my mind
I see bits and pieces of the fragments
That weren’t really left behind
I never lost we
We just collided
This whole time we were separated
Dissected limbs of a body
Trying to find their way back to whole
And through healing our trauma
We found our way back home
We still exist
In my joys and interests
Every aspect of my identity
Is a collage of all the parts of Me
When we shattered
We forgot we were a team
We lost the memory
That we were once a Me
There’s only one voice in my head now
But one voice doesn’t mean one color
For I is a rainbow
Many together as one
Healing didn’t disband the team
Healing created harmony
We no longer struggle for control
We no longer battle for the wheel
For we all work together
In unison
Connected limbs
Of final fusion
And I love and thank
Every part of Me
They did their best
To help this body survive
Pain split us apart
Yet we always had the same goal
To keep this soul alive
A soul shattered
Scattered
Found its way back together
An internal family reunion
That can now last forever
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