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#no for real i've been crying for hours
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There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.
#I think also because I'm a very nostalgic person - THOUGH not in the way that somep poeple mean when they say nostalgia because I've realiz#ed that to some people apparently it means like.. more of a sad emotional thing? Or when I talk about being nostalgic they say 'me too' and#then describe how they're always depressed dwelling on the past wishing they could revisit it and replaying it and feeling sad and etc.#Whereas for me - it's not in a deep or emotional way at all. It's very detached - kind of like someone who is doing like a scientific#cataloguing of something? I don't feel any remorse or sadness or longing or sitting there sobbing for hours over people/pets I've lost or#etc. It's more like a fun contemplative excercise and extension of self analysis plus just documentation. Like I know your memory fades as#you get older OR even as stuff is actively ongoing humans have terrible recall - even the ones who are less emotional/more focused on#accuracy our minds still twist things or etc. SO I looove to have documentations of everything possible so that in the future I will have#as full and complete of a view of myself as I possibly can. sure the image will undoubtedly be a little distorted but having real evidence#of how something was at a time is very valuable. You look through old messages or letters or something and you always find other alternate#versions of yourself. Not in a worse way like inherently inferior Previous Models Of You who haven't yet been perfected but even just in a#neutral way like 'what they're saying is not a BAd thing but also is not how I would say that today.' etc. ANYWAY I find it really interest#ing to document and remember things and love revisiting the past - not in a sad way - but just like. curiosity. reminiscing and recalling#and filling in gaps. or trying to have the same feeling I felt at a previous time so I can remember what it was. Collecting information for#documentation purposes. Like for example - I would love to go back and tour all of my old childhood houses/apartments. Not to like#sit in the middleof them and cry and go 'ohhh my childhood waughhh' - but literally because I want to take detailed photographs so I#can remeber exatly what they looked like and recreate them in sims or some other digital way. Why? idk. just to gather the information. If#I ever live to like 80 years old and I'm still reflecting on my life curious about the dteails of it. I want to be able to fire up my#ancient windows 10 laptop I've kept all these years and open up the sims 4 and tour my old home with accuracy etc. ??#Not sure why really. Maybe an extension of how I generally care a lot about having an 'accurate' view of things? Like I would rather be#accurate than be happy. I don't understand 'ignorance is bliss' because I would always rather know. I always always in any situation am mor#focused on 'what is the well researched practical truth' than about 'how does this make me feel' or etc. Truth above ALL else even if it#were to make me miserable. Aka why I'm a 'boring' 'annoying' 'UM actually..' type of killjoy lol because it's very hard for me to understan#that some people can enjoy something or have a good time even not knowing the full facts of a situation or etc. BUT anyway. since that is#some core driver of my personality for whatever reason (just the plague of ennegram type 5 perhaps lol) maybe that also drives me to my#kind of minor obsession with like 'I must have a complete view and calatoguing of my life that is as accurate as possible within the means#i have' . Is it REALLY important for me to know the exact layout of on of my first childhood bedrooms? no. materially it does nothing for m#in life. BUT hey. it would make a great addition to the Accurate Life Story Catalogue lol. ANYWAY.. But I think a lot of wanting to live in#one place forever is not just the ease of documentation. but the sense of having a constant. Much of what i crave most in life is stability#& familiarity &routine bc of how my brain works. And it just would feel so good to be Settled. Never uproot again. One little place FOREVER
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nozoroomie · 5 months
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I've had an emotional rollar coaster of the day but I did not expect myself to ugly cry when Rashawn started too during this ep.
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mwagneto · 3 months
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finished rewatching rtd era. literally took me uhm. two and a half months. in fucking shambles rn
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ereborne · 2 months
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Song of the Day: February 17
“DYWTYLM” by Sleep Token
#song of the day#Sleep Token really saving my sanity as we navigate this dark and uncertain time without an upgraded sibling singalong playlist#had to go out into the snow on under two hours' sleep to get groceries#(the farmers' market gave me kefir cheese so any amount of suffering would've been worthwhile but I couldn't know that at the time)#and getting into Nick's car knowing there was music I could request that he could play loud as he wanted and I wouldn't want to cry#I mean blessing isn't even a strong enough term. baking a cake for the Sleep Token guy (his name is Vessel) as we speak#anyway this song sounds incredible in the original and then so odd sung acapella. like singing a bass line just a couple beats repeating#polar opposite of my lady indie covers. a song rendered fully unrecognizable when I wander the house mumbling it to myself#the verses do alright I suppose but the chorus is out of the question. the lyrics are so strong too real gut-punch lines#'and my reflection just won't smile back at me like I know it should / and I would turn into a stranger in an instant if I could#and there is something eating me alive I don't know what it is / maybe not that you conceal your feelings they just don't exist'#the whole song is like that it is so so so good. every new Sleep Token song I hear I'm like oh of course yes I see why these are fic titles#(Sleep Token catching up to Fall Out Boy and Hozier in terms of lines I've seen as fic titles. I mean we are really getting up there#and I am definitely not immune. if/when I put up those fanmixes y'all are gonna be seeing some Sleep Token let me tell you)#edit: it stands for 'Do You Wish That You Loved Me' I just realized I never said#didn't even pick lyrics that include it which is nuts when you realize that every verse does twice. whoops
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davy-zeppeli · 7 days
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I feel fucking horrible
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cervidaeic · 1 month
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vent in tags.
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irl-magicalgirl · 9 months
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pupgzut · 7 months
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i don't want to go to school tomorrow
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curing my depression by spending my latest paycheck on concert tickets
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candydos · 1 year
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i am genuinely so unmedicated (babygirl)
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harrylights · 1 year
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gonna get sappy here for a hot sec (quelle surprise)
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canongf-archive · 2 years
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Baby,
I don’t know when you’ll find this note since I hid it so well in one of those little pockets of your purse, but I figure one day you’ll find it when you really need it.
You are the most beautiful angel I have ever seen. Sometimes when you’re sleeping in my arms, I have to pinch myself. How’d a guy like me ever get a girl like you? A girl so lovely, so smart, who makes me laugh the way you do?
Ok, I won’t put myself down too much. I know how much you don’t like that. But what I’m trying to say is that I’m in awe of you, every single day, with everything you do.
Whether we’re on a road trip to California, or sharing a bag of chips on the couch, I’m always having the time of my life. I always thought it was kinda sappy when guys said their girlfriend was their best friend, but I get it now. Every day with you is more fun than the last, and making you laugh is my favorite thing in the world. You really are my best friend. And I love you more than anything in this world.
Anyway, try not to cry too much when you’re reading this okay? I don’t want you to blame me for messing up your mascara again. ‘Sides, I wrote this to make you happy!
Let me know when you read this ok? That way I’ll know to hide another note for you.
Love,
Your Eddie
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Sticking this note in one of the pockets of your vest with the hopes that you'll find it eventually and it'll make you as happy as it made me when I found yours. Happy enough to cry and ruin my makeup again like you told me not to, even though it's your fault for writing me such sweet things! You know I'm sensitive! But I am happy, I promise! Eddie, I can't even tell you how happy I am.
You make me happy. There's no one like you, Munson. You're passionate and kind and creative and smart, and I know you don't believe me when I tell you that but you are. You're brave and you're resilient and you're the funniest guy I know. Even with your worst jokes, nobody makes me laugh like you do. And you're pretty. Prettiest boy I've ever seen. You always laugh when I say that because it doesn't sound very tough, but I mean it. Your eyes are my favorite color and your smile could light up New York City. Sometimes I have to pinch myself too because I can't believe I got you.
Everything feels so easy when we're together. It doesn't matter what we're doing, whether we're on the road or we're on the couch, as long as we're together, I feel like I'm on an adventure. I feel like I'm on top of the world, like nothing can touch me. When I'm with you I feel like myself.
You're my best friend too. You're my heart, my happiness, my rockstar, my partner in crime, and you're my hero, on top of it all. And I know you'll tease me later for being so sappy, but I don't care. I'm crazy about you. Absolutely, head over heels, butterflies in my tummy, can't think of anything but you, crazy in love with you, Eddie.
Can't wait to see you later and kiss you senseless.
Yours, Liv
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mayonakano-archive · 1 year
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i'm going to delete this later but i need to just. yell.
#delete later#vent in tags#anyway uhhhhh any time i even so much as think in the direction of college i start crying so thats a good sign /s#given that i. almost never cry :)#i am. terrified. in the optimal world i'd just drop out and live under my bed or something because my issues are. frankly overwhelming#at this point. i can barely sleep properly despite trying to keep a proper schedule (i woke up at THREE this morning.)#im constantly flipping between being almost suicidally depressed and feeling nothing at all and it's terrible. i don't have any real#desire to hurt myself and most of my intrusive thoughts go the way of 'you should break stuff/hurt others/etc' but man#sometimes i have to step away from stuff just because i see a knife or a fork and wonder what i can do with it.#college makes me terrified and i know my parents fucking suck because otherwise they'd care a little more about the fact#that i can barely do anything or function but nah. all they want is the perfect little child. and now i'm paralyzed#i don't trust my ability to work because of my exhaustion and i know once i go to uni i can't count on any support from my parents#whatsoever so i'm just... stuck. uni's meant to be less grueling in terms of hours than HS but...#stacking work and school sounds like fucking HELL but i don't have the money or support to NOT work...#so all i can do is stress and stress and stress and stress and struggle to even start my essay and feel everything slipping away#because god? do i even remember half of the days i live through anymore? do i even care about the work i'm doing?#no. i'm dogshit at programming to the point where i've been stuck for a month. i can barely do work without spacing out or ignoring class#entirely just to talk to my brother because at least THERE's a little joy in my life. everything else feels so bleak and pointless#i can't do anything meaningful with this godawful life of mine. but all i can do is keep muddling through. because nothing scares me more#than the idea of dying. so that's off the table. so i'll just keep stressing and crying and wondering if it's even worth it.#ugh... if anyone actually read all this just pretend you didn't...
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dj-of-the-coven · 1 year
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Y'all ever just spontaneously lose the ability to make art
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avocado-frog · 1 year
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Finals week is upon us.
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oh god i hope i can love my old self once i've figured it all out as much as she deserved
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