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junepours · 11 months
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i love how people from your past would look over you, stare for a while, immediately look away once you catch them, act like you don’t exist, walk away again like they did once before.
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girlstressed · 6 months
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fave lines from confessions of a teenage loser
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I Want To Make Soup For My Friends
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ethanwylan · 3 months
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missing people who were dead before i was born.
i am surrounded by dead people. artists of all kinds. their word engulf me gently, a warm blanket in the depth of winter. i feel the inside of their minds through every delicate word sung on worn recording. i feel the familiar sting when i realize yet again that there is no more of them. that these songs, these melodies are all we have to remember them by.
a wound reopened.
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artists-ache · 7 months
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The thing is, intimacy is everywhere. It’s in the way someone will look at you, hear what you say, and respond to you when you speak—the words they’re saying are specific to what you said, and probably specific to you, your personality, and your situation. It’s how someone will hand you something if you drop it near them, and in that moment they are doing something solely for you. It’s how, when you tell a quiet joke to yourself under your breath, the person close to you might softly laugh to themselves and never say another word about it. It’s in the way that students or coworkers will pass papers to each other and people will look in your eyes when you speak and acquaintances will fix your hair if you ask and you’ll be touched—gently, without thought, sometimes accidentally—by people and none of them ever shout in disgust or recoil. Intimacy is love and there’s a million times in a day where we’re intimate with each other without even trying, even with strangers, and I think that’s beautiful.
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tamsoj · 10 months
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[...] the more one is a receptacle of human destinies, as I have become through my readers, the more one realizes how very few people could be called happy, how complex and demanding every deep human relationship is, how much real pain, anger, and despair are concealed by most people. And this is because many feel their own suffering is unique. It is comforting to know that we are all in the same boat.
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude
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marthammasters · 7 months
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— Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter
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fr0gg13b413 · 6 months
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the memories might have been made in another place, but they are my memories and so i will bring them with me. it’s the people who make it a home.
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averwonders · 2 years
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once i was doing the dishes and there was a hair strand poking my eye and i just couldn't get it out of the way with the back of my soiled hand and in the process my glasses got wet and dirty. all that in vain. finally i resigned to washing my hands properly, drying, then cleaning my eye and then my glasses and then finally went back to washing the dishes. in that moment i realised how much we need the people who love us and whom we love around us, so that maybe they can get that little urgent itch out of the way so you don't have to leave your work in frustration, so that maybe when you feel cold they can hold your hands and let you slide in the warmth of their quilt after a long day of tiresome work, so that maybe when you get stuck helplessly they can be by your side but not the way of undermining your independence just giving that little support we all deserve. in moments like these i realise how much we are meant to be together with people, with love, with kindness.
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beemintty · 9 months
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It's funny how love works in your memory. Sometimes you love someone so much but forget why they are not in your life anymore. Other times we hate people so much that we forget that we loved them first.
I feel like I have so many gaps; bits and pieces of people I'll never understand.
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doebt · 1 year
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Being a private person irl feels so weird after my yrs of blogging
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I love when my period comes banging in, bleeds me dry, makes me wish to hole up in my room for 3-5 days while listening to sad music and sleeping for 7 years.
I’m on day 2? Yeah full day 2 and I have bled so much I have no blood to give. (It’s the standard amount of blood to lose during a period I’m not actively bleeding to death)
I want nothing more then to curl up against Carmy berzatto or lip Gallagher and just not move for hours.
Someone get me a sad white man played by Jeremy Allen white to cuddle.
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Turn back & find the book I left for us, filled with all the colors of the sky forgotten by gravediggers. Use it. Use it to prove how the stars were always wat we knew they were: the exit wounds of every misfired word.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.
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"have you ever read sarah kay?"
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bobo-pompadour · 2 years
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skipppppy · 1 month
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“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.
You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are
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