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why do I feel so fucking broken?

medicine.

when they think you’re not the one and it’s a blessing that they decided to not be with you

your tone is completely different

your excitement is palpable with others

your tone is exhausted w me

your excitement is diff with everyone else

its deflated w me

sucky energy

don’t care about how you feel about it

don't want to be around you

don’t want to include you

don't care about hanging up in your face

its not about you

quiet-nymph

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This video has more urban content than most of what I share but I haven’t recently seen many good videos that also feature some of the natural landscape of South Korea, and this one does, so enjoy! Original caption: “Made in Korea. Once a year, my girlfriend, Hana, goes home to Jeju Island in South Korea to visit her family for Christmas. Last year I went along, with my camera.

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Sometimes I really fucking hate being me

many years ago you told me it’d be okay not to know who I was, it’d be okay to not know my way, and it’d be okay to find our way together.

I'm still here, finding myself I guess, because in trying to become the woman you need and deserve, I lost myself, and here I am stuck. while your’e alright just moving on and meeting new souls. you're falling I love, and finding your way, and learning your lessons, and finding yourself., without me. we’re no longer on the same page and I'm so lost. I'm so damn lost.

and the other day you talked about it- how you don’t think I know who I am. and how are you to know who I am if I don’t?

thing is, there are pieces of me that are so apparent. I know what I stand for, what I'd do for you, what I wouldn’t stop at for you. I know what I'd give up, what I'd sacrifice, how long I'd wait for you to come back to me.

you’re away, writing songs about greater loves than your first half assed one, you’re out finding people who give you what you deserve on the first try. on the first, second, third go.

I'm listening to the songs.

about other women,

about other feelings.

about all the regret in our memories. in all the trash I was and sometimes still am.

is there any part of you that still yearns for me?

does that not matter anymore?

on nights where I lose you and you come back, the chemistry isn’t there.

was it feigned the first time?

am I too boring for you?

too blah?

too blasé?

lackluster.