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vive y prospera, bendice a los muertos, vuelve a la vida. El tiempo y el tiempo no prosperaron, sólo el viaje hacia abajo, hacia abajo. Bendice mi alma demasiado tarde, ya no puedo esperar. Lo que he hecho mucho más allá de las puertas del cielo. El dolor y el pecado no disminuyen, escondidos dentro de habitaciones tan oscuras. Escondido se extravió ¿por qué no me dejaron quedarme? Oh, el coche fúnebre pasa cuando los muertos cobran vida. . .
Lache nicht, wenn der Leichenwagen vorbeifährt, denn du wirst der nächste sein, der stirbt. Oh, wie ich das Licht und die Sonne vermisse und wie mein Tag meidet. Schrecklich, schrecklich bin ich geworden, ich bin eigentlich nur noch menschlicher Abschaum. Ich vermisse die Familie, die ich hatte, aber sie haben mich einfach verrückt gemacht. Eins, eins, eins, weil ich neue Dinge ausprobiert habe, sechs, sechs, sechs, wie ich es aufgenommen habe. Veronica, oh Veronica, du hast den Tod verdient. Daher geht dein Leben immer noch weiter, gefangen mit mir, um deine Fehler zu sehen. Alles in allem sind wir gleich, wir sind beide beschämt, beide schuldig und verrotten in der Hölle.
Who's the real villian?
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okay im really concerned now because i texted my friend, her sister, and the friend who's house she was at and absolutely nothing
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Anyone knows that feeling when you hate yourself to that extreme level that you start to harm yourself and ruin your dignity because you feel you are worthless?
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my issue with finishing my coursework early is that when it gets close to deadlines and I’ve done all the work i feel so unproductive like im wasting time but what more is there for me to do
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the professor for game design next semester is the same dumbass from last year im dropping out
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Bobby
1/24/23
I am regressing. I haven't sat in bed on my computer in the dark sobbing, wiping my face with toilet paper sober in so long. It is 9:54pm. I am in bed listening to Bobby by beabadoobee crying. When I was in high school, a boy I was dating sent me the song Bobby; he said it reminded him of me. I was 15 then, so this song struck a chord with me. Here I am five years later, listening to it, and the feelings I had when I was 15 arise again. Everyone always told me to be positive; time will heal it all. "You have so much to live for." I have experienced some great things in those five years but haven't. I tried to k*** myself three times within those five years, went to rehab three times, and to the psych ward four times. I always get so defeated when I think of all my friends who are successful now or have overcome all their struggles and dealt with them healthily. I always wish to stop being so disappointing to myself and others. Nothing or no one can be blamed except me.
“Nothing would last
Wishing her mind didn't think so sad
'Cause Bobby always had a stitch on the left side of her wrist
Despite the love she'd get, she dismissed”
Bobby - Beabadoobee
Today was so hard. My boyfriend is in rehab, and I am overseas with my family because I just got out of rehab and needed to be with them. I can only hear from him once a day for fifteen minutes at 7:30 AM because of the time difference. When I answered his phone call this morning, I knew it wasn't going to be well, my gut just told me so, and I was right. He told me his family didn't want me to live with him, and we had plans. I came home, and we stayed with his family. Instead, they are putting him in sober living, and I am not allowed at their home.
We also had plans to move north, and I don't know if I can come with him. He said they can't decide, but they are paying for our place, so I wonder if that's true. I am so scared. I want everything to work out. I love him so much. When we talked, he told me their opinion didn't matter, but I felt so guilty that I strained their relationship. I always feel like a burden. He's my person, and somehow I hurt him by being his girlfriend. Tomorrow I am going to try and pretend to be okay. He will know, but I am going to try. I have so much anxiety that I have cried all day and still am. All I want is him, and I don't like his family affecting our relationship. He reassured me in many ways, but my head got the best of me. My heart aches for him, yet I feel empty right now. The pain never fails to rob me of any relief.
“It's that feeling of dread
The fact you may never again
Be the one in my bed
You never took this fire for granted
But granted yourself
Self relief, self relief”
“It's that feeling of blue
The color most acquainted with me, with you
I never took your smile for granted
While granting myself no relief“
Odd Reasons - Donovan Melero, Moondough
I am so broken right now.
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when people reblog donation posts and say "donate what you can", I really feel like people aren't actually internalising it. not all of us can afford to donate $50, $100, more than that. but i know for a fact that there are thousands of us that can spare $2 or $5, and that all adds up.
it hurts so much to sit here and feel the limits of our own ability. we're not millionaires. we can't instantly fund these escape attempts. but these are bids for life, by people who never asked for the hellfire being rained upon them by sadistic colonialists, greedy for oil and land. they committed no crime other than being born in palestine. and of course it's unfair, to have to shoulder the weight of people's lives when we're all struggling to get by as it is. but our governments relentlessly fail us, they fail to scrape at the bottom of their cold dead hearts for their last dregs of humanity. it is so, so unfair, but it is up to the common man to save each other.
please. look at this spreadsheet. find a fund that resonates with you. and DONATE WHAT YOU CAN.
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This might be a hot take but can Mrs.Flood just be Mrs.Flood who knows what a TARDIS is cause she lived in London all her life, where alien shit is happening at least once a year and is always accompanied by the doctor and a strange police box.
Yk the doc aren’t as subtle as they think they are, word gets around as to what the box actually is.
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i hate motherfuckers who base their whole personality on the sum experience of their formative years + the people they mostly interact with + some key impactful events in life + a small amount of traits they were just born with + their current interests and some other stuff probably. so fucking annoying...
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