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today was a lot. I thought going on my old blog would help me connect to the things I felt back then because they’re still loosely connected to the struggles I face today. life is mysterious and the cookie crumbles in interesting ways. idk who I am but at least I have an idea of where I’m going.

its difficult to deal with change. transition period. Endings and beginnings. Learned carelessness and learning to let go. Learning not to hide myself anymore. Deeply hurting all of today and the past week, but all I have to do is ……….

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Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

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sf on disposable film

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Our mother Jenny Slate

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Peacock Point

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“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes (via horaetio)

#Words #I forgot the password to my other blog since I’m not on my computer rn #And. I wanted to b in my feelings lol #what am I 2 do!

Saaaaaad. Wish I could walk for ages and get swallowed up

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what is there left if I give up my dreams?

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“I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.”

— Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years (via crowsummer)

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