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i always wonder who i would’ve been if i wasn’t traumatized. imagine where i would be

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i can't believe you're "supposed" to make eye contact with people. like be serious i don't need to see your soul like that

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i love the term "unwell"... theres something very very wrong with you. not saying what tho

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'unsure if the trauma is going on right now or if I'm just reliving it and projecting in on the present situation that isn't so horrible but triggered me' situation

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Does anybody else grow tired of their trauma sometimes? Like, it's just so exhausting to keep coming back to the same fucking issues and triggers and flashbacks over and over and over again. I'm tired of talking about it. I'm tired of thinking about it. I feel like it takes so much energy to carry it around with me all the time and even more energy to pretend that I'm not actually carrying it around at all. It's such a specific kind of fatigue. Like when you get a song stuck in your head to the point where it gets super annoying and uncomfortable and all you want is to listen to 30 other songs to stop that one melody from ping-ponging around your synapses.

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1.15.22 — silas denver melvin (@sweatermuppet)

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[Text ID: i don't want you to be a lesson, learned the hard way; pulped up in the metal teeth of my dumb machine heart, hacksawed & hatcheted, left worsened by my wanting. i don't want you to be a lesson. i want you to be my lover. /End ID]

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The Waves by Virginia Woolf | art by Holly Warburton | Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh | art by Holly Warburton

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Girls will be like Idk why im so unproductive recently and then you ask whats going on in their life and they list eight lifestopping crisies and then say 'yeah but i should be fine :/ '

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shoutouts to the borderlines who were never taught how to love or how to be loved. shoutouts to the ones who cower away from affection because it's foreign and strange to them; shoutouts to the ones who struggle to put their feelings into words, who have a million things to say but stare blankly instead.

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bitches be like “let me be as self destructive as possible so someone will notice im suffering but as soon as they point it out i insist im fine” im bitches

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I be like “im trying my best” and then sleep 15 hours a day

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