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Puppet skeleton [email protected]

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love this!

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I’m here to remind you. My circles always small.

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Find acceptance within yourself….❤️

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“And yet, you kept going.”

— Unknown

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Sex, money, and materialism feels good. Really good, but that’s all just a bunch of pleasure and it’s temporary… You’ll never be able to define your life purpose based on it, for that, you truly need to identify your soul for your true happiness!

@ash.anna

watch me fall.

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Armchair Books, Edinburgh

April 2018

thursday

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Glen Hansard - Bird of Sorrow

Lyrics

Even if a day feels to long You feel like you can wait another one And you’ve slowly given up on everything Love is gonna find you again Love is gonna find you, you better be ready then Well you been kneeling in the dark for far too long You’ve been waiting for that spark but it hasn’t come I’m calling to you please get off the floor A good heart will find you again A good heart will find you just be ready then Tethered to a bird of sorrow A voice that’s buried in the hollow You’ve given over to self-deceiving You prostrate bow but not believing You’ve squandered more than you could borrow You bet your joy on all tomorrows for the hope of some returning While everything around you is burning Come on we gotta get out get out of this mess we’ve made And still for all our talk we’re both so afraid But will we leave this up to chance like we do everything Love is gonna find us again Love is gonna find us you gotta be ready then Tethered to a bird of sorrow A voice that’s buried in the hollow You’ve given over the self- deceiving You prostrate bow but not believing You’ve squandered more than you could borrow You bet your joy on all tomorrows for the hope of some returning While everything around you is burning But I’m not leaving yet I’m not leaving yet I’m not leaving yet I’m not leaving yet Yeah I’m not leaving I’m not leaving yet Yeah I’m hanging on I’m hanging on Oh what’s gonna come Oh I’m hangin on Hangin on hangin on hangin on hanging on hanging on hanging on And the fateful with the faithful I’m hanging on What’s gonna come oh, what’s gonna come Hanging on hanging on with the faithful the faithful

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This song ❤

And just like that, you came into my life unexpectedly, shook it up and then you flew back home. Now we might as well be strangers, but for that brief moment I had you and everything felt right with the world.

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unknow source

I don’t want to be the centre of anything, just a part of something bigger

I just heard this lyric in a song by Amber Run. A band I found tonight on Spotify. Music is incredible isn’t it, the way that you can hear something new for the first time and it rings so true with your current situation, exactly how you feel but haven’t been able to put into words yourself.

I feel weird at the moment. I say weird, it’s a feeling i’ve undoubtedly felt before in nearing 29 years of existence. But this time it’s more like wading in deep water, knowing I have to keep thrashing my legs about to stay afloat, knowing that if I stop i’ll start sinking to a place where it’s hard to come back from.

Directionless. Lost. Without a purpose.

What am I doing with my life? I live at home because i’m in a job that doesn’t pay me enough to move out, my body is failing on a daily basis, so many ailments that I don’t even talk to people about because they’re embarrassing, chronic, pain in the fucking arse, conditions that I just live with.

I don’t want to be one of those people that moans and tells the world all their problems, but sometimes I just wish people knew it all so they could see the burden I carry on my shoulders, that life is a daily fucking struggle and that I need more support. That it would be nice to get more ‘How are you?” text messages, or invitations to do things that I don’t have to initiate myself.

As i’m typing this i’m pissing myself off. What happened to the girl that sat at a computer and would type for hours creating fantasy stories and escaping to a different world? I’m here moaning about my life. I so wish I could get back to how things were when I could just let myself go and fall into the depths of my imagination - a place where anything was possible and I didn’t get distracted by real life problems. I’d create worlds where magical creature lived and teenage realities where girls and boys felt so hopelessly in love and things were so much easier. Maybe I need to allow myself to go back there again and stop getting so lost in the mundane, the Instagram posts and the Facebook comments, taking up so much time and space in my head.

I hope I can get back into writing again, if that’s one thing I achieve this year, then i’ll be deliriously happy. Starting now. Watch this space