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grxoxo · 1 year
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neuroconflictos · 9 months
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Y aquí me quedé, teniendo un corazón roto dentro de mi pecho.
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ame1lia · 4 months
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promise
Can I tell you something ?
but make sure to promise me one thing
don’t judge me
just listen and stay here
and try to understand what I try to conquer
I am lost in this sea
of my emotions, my fear
that I might tear
every little thing down
making the potential “us” drown
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anartisticdreamer0 · 3 months
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MY ACTUAL SADNESS OVER THE LOSS OF THE TALLULAH NAME SIGN IS UNREAL!!
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cozyinmycornerr · 1 month
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all i want to do is isolate myself from everyone, trust no one, so i don't have to fear abandonment anymore. i would finally be free, because then, nobody can hurt me.
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stevesbqt · 8 months
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i just got told i wasn’t kenough :(
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anarchistdoll · 3 months
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She's sad cause the other bunlith stole her goggles I think
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leannaemgee · 6 months
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If Memories Were Ink
I’ve been trying to write about myself but all that comes easily to paper is you. That’s all I have left. Maybe if I write enough, I can let go. With each swoop and loop, may the ink take away the knowing and the missing, the feeling and the lingering. Take the vividness and the longing. May all the memories be the ink that comes to dry across pages instead of tears that streak across my…
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hollaringmountains · 1 year
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Seo yul and so yi having some sort of relationship in development and then seeing it destroyed was so painful like you ca see a potential of friendship there! But alas none of them can have nice things ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽
(ノД`)・゜・。
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kunthug · 1 year
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september, october, in you i officially* bid sorrow bye
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SADNESS
i been working thru a personal essay on my black boi joy that’s important to write for this era i've pressed both feet strongly into.
because of how deep in my blood and bones sorrow stirred and roiled & seeped frm,
emo🖤 for many reasons, rightly, but it’s important to write
just 4 how
the grace of a transition is a wondrous dawning so beautiful and so special. i mean i dwelt with such a sadness that feels impossible for words to remember & hold. & suddenly my life changed since i encountered some spirits, or more so just acknowledged them cause dey been there all along. within me, my own physical & spiritual exhaustion with being a saddo coupled with a heated desire to shift things. together all these blew open this process of transformation, ultra.
& i, too, wanted to taste more and more joy
surpassing my dogged capacity for sadness. and if it didn’t do it for me, my body, seeing me through so much heavy shits, deserved it.(deserves it.)
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(something about this photo makes me think of inherited sadness. how can that not be true? i look at my lips and see my mother’s lips.)
sometimes, under the covers, it is easy to think well maybe the sadness can be mine
 — in some way that an era of black boi joy doesn’t mean sadness is rid of forever — this sadness is mine forever,
the sadness being integral to who i am;
diligent companion, like rage, i've learnt what it's useful for  —
but, again, i want to know so much of something else, and live so much for something else — my body, my ancestors, my kin, what the world itself offers
and maybe, maybe, i will eventually follow.
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this ferocious bubbling to the surface to breathe other things finds holy familiarity with asake's mr money with the vibe album (a mirror in many ways) and the actual vibe surrounding asake's artistry. (in black boi joy, i hope to stretch this out more and draw the links.) essentially, there is something about asake's music that reminds me of what my body is capable of. it reaches my bones, striking deep the same place sadness lives, in a way no other feeling has ever been able to. not even love .x_x.
joy joy joy in my bones
it’s been even more profound opening my head to the spirits i work with now to build my poem of my life that's filled with so much pain,*rme* yes, but much more beauty, joy, humour, levity, eros.
expansive lushing, big purrring that is already my capacity and then steering that to light light light lighter things.
more more more
my body is so open. open so much that i would not be terrified of overflowing joy. i will enter into it, i will lose myself, burst, gather myself, burst again, layer myself, frost myself, adorn myself in it.
i will hold it fully. i will say this too is mine. this too is my birthright.
WANT
the way i want is a terror. a big bottomless void i wonder wtf whoever stuffed my spirit in this flesh was thinking. if i did, then fuck, really boo?[1] this world, this fickle ruining existence? what gets me the most is when i lay it all down, what i want, and see just how simple and uncomplicated these wants are, i get even more terrifyingly upset first for (the unfufillment) (and how much the world has steered far from being a place that could fulfill simple pleasures).
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there are days i wake up wanting to protect myself from my desires (because not much reminds us how much suffering is brought on the body dwelling in unfulfilled want)
and some days i wake up hungrier.
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give me more—
“ I’ve wanted people who made fun of my want, called me thirsty to my face because I was supposed to be more modest, let them be the ones who fed on me. But I’m starving, this world never seems to give me enough of anything. I want to squeeze existence until it runs a bloody pulp down my arms, wet and yielding. Give me everything.”
Dear Senthuran, Akwaeke Emezi.
it's very correct to be afraid that there’s something wrong in continuing to give this to myself, because the world and the people in it were made for each other— because self-love only does so little and is in excess exasperating. but when i am not tired, i can’t stop.
attention, devotion, joy, levity, humour,
& more cunt & more shimmer & more pwussy
i hope in the coming wave to pour so much of my desires into myself. asé*
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[1] always going back and forth on whether on not i chose this life. in this moment i think i did.
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thealienstud · 1 year
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Ugh Sam and Henry 😭😭😭😩 this show makes everything hurt worse than the game I swear
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insaneprincessss · 1 year
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When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.
-Lana del Rey
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princess-me-always · 2 years
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"We truly underestimate the importance of emotional support and how much it matters. Being there for someone will probably be the truest and most beautiful thing you’ll ever do to someone when they are at their lowest and ugliest version of themselves.
Being aware of how much someone can be a prisoner of their own thoughts yet letting them get comfortable with opening up to you, reveal their most complex, messiest emotions and feel safe enough to bare their soul to you is honestly one of the few things in life you should never ever take for granted.
Remember that it takes a lot of strength to be vulnerable. It takes a lot of effort to unzip the hidden parts of you. It takes a lot of trust to know that someone might be ignorant to your traumas yet you still leave your emotional baggage right in front of their doorstep.
Kindness is a great form of intelligence if you ask me. Your constant trials to communicate, listen, trust, give and support are all what it takes you and them to evolve and grow. It’s necessary to understand that listening doesn’t have to be followed by an advice, or a positive statement, or “hey you’re just being too dramatic”, not even by making it about you or by basing it on your own life experiences.
You have to absorb what the other person is trying to say in their own language, be empathetic and validate their feelings. Be genuine and gentle. You have no clue how much you could be just that one reason why someone is healing."
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ame1lia · 6 months
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free space
the space I long for
no longer exists
much rather in my imagination
my never ending wish
to open the door
into another nation
where I could be free like a fish
not worrying about my to do list
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yesloling · 2 months
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Guys y doesn’t he like me🤕🤕🤕
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When your Dad who had a less than 1% or 5% chance of living (from cancer) and you are prescribed more pills 😂 We used to fill our weekly pill trays together lol Lovely father daughter bonding time am I right?
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