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“always good enough for you to dip your hands into

but never good enough for you to stay”

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Jeska Hearne (@lobsterandswan)

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I am 23 under a sky full of stars with sand under my feet, laughter in my heart and my best friends hand in my own.

I am 13 under a blanket in my childhood home, tears in my eyes and begging the universe to not feel so alone.

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“my brain doesn’t feel good

my brain feels sick

puking nonsensical words in order to trick

itself into becoming a monster

a consumer of innocence

eating itself away

to become belligerent “

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“the back of my scalp has caught flame once again

you spilled the gas

and lit the match

yet you’re confused how this could have been”

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“you can only sleep in the martyrs bed for so long without them asking who you’re doing this for”

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“Someday someone won’t be afraid of how much you love. They won’t stay on the shore; they’ll meet you in the depths.”

— you weren’t made for shallow waters, your heart is an ocean (via band-of-thieves)

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“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”

— Unknown (via foxeia)

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“my heart was created purple from my mothers red and my fathers blue

i never stood a chance when it came to you”

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“have you ever had a repressed memory resurface before?

it’s an unsettling feeling.

i was sitting in my room,

the lights were all off except for the glowing screen of my laptop,

scrolling aimlessly through youtube for something to distract my mind,

until i saw something.

it was only a thumbnail of a posted video,

but it sent me into a spiral.

my breathing picked up

in and out

in and out

until it stopped.

i was choking on my own breath when the film played in my brain,

it was distorted and i almost couldn’t make out what was happening.

different images being blurred together in a reddish brown color,

almost as if one part of me was setting the film aflame while the other part was trying to show the truth.

tears were streaming down my face

and i still couldn’t breathe.

i was so high too it was almost as if i forgot how to function as a human being,

but once i did catch my breath and my throat slowly stopped burning,

the image became clear in my head

and i felt nothing.”

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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer

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“i’ve got a garden of watermelons growing in the pit of my stomach

from swallowing too many of your black seeds

growing and churning

an undeniable force

i think i’m forgetting how to please”

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Alex Dimitrov, from "Together and by Ourselves"

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“i was diagnosed with ptsd today

i know i should feel relief

but all i feel is heavy

like it’s weighing me down more

i don’t know how it happened

or maybe i do

but i’m not too sure if anything is real or not anymore

my life is a movie and i’m watching the film burn up on the projector screen

floating through a ghost town

a spectator of my own life

how cruel

how unbearably cruel it is to have this placed upon me when i didn’t ask for any of it to happen

i cant find love because of you

you ruined me and everything i had to give

i fear getting close to anyone

i don’t know what they could do to me

i don’t know what they’re capable of

i don’t know how to carry this weight

this grief of what happened to me

the worst part is

i don’t even know what happened to me to have caused this”

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