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~For all the things I wish I'd said~ And maybe a bit of everything else too Cause yah know~ I'm too self conscious to put some of this on my main blog

[afeelingnevertold]

Happy birthday.

[afeelingnevertold]

Happy birthday.

[afeelingnevertold]

You’re doing great! Keep up the great work.

[afeelingnevertold]

In honor of the solar eclipse:

[afeelingnevertold]

To the me in the future, please be in therapy by now.

[lesbianrey]

shout out to me in 5 years…hope shes doing something cool i’m rooting for her

[afeelingnevertold]

I don’t remember much about my life before two years ago anymore. What it was like - my routines - who i could’ve become. However, I feel like that identity crisis is waiting to come back.

[noa89]

a few christmas present portraits I did for friends~!

[felixora]

Made some character study of my rogue

[afeelingnevertold]

Don’t worry,

I don’t hate you

I hate me.

But that’s nothing new.

[afeelingnevertold]

[afeelingnevertold]

I’m the villain of my own story, and I don’t yet know how to use my hands to fix.

[afeelingnevertold]

hope life is ok

When I’m not breaking a leg it tends to be

I hope you are well too

[afeelingnevertold]

I’m not a place flowers grow

Whether you call me the sun or moon

A warm space to grow

Reaching ever higher

Let your flowers rise

But only in your soil,

For in mine

They’ll burn.

A moon can shine too

Giving light

Protecting, ever the k’night

Yet in itself?

Desolate.

A burning star

A floating rock

Regardless;

Empty, in space.

[afeelingnevertold]

Hi, I don’t know who to turn to anymore so I’m just venting here again… the pain in my sprained ankle is enough, I don’t really need the emotional pain too.

[afeelingnevertold]

I really do hate when I dream of you.

I hate that my dreams swear by things that aren’t true.

I don’t know what they’re trying to accomplish by feeding me lies. Were those lies worth it to see sable one last time? I don’t know… (ironically it’s almost one year since I’ve seen her). The dream breaks each time you show up and we start talking about closure, and I wonder if I should’ve just taken the offer all those months ago… if I could’ve thrown you away… instead of my heart holding on to this important existence… wondering about an identity I’ve still not found.

I swear there better be some secret I don’t know the way my dreams keep holding on for something.

[afeelingnevertold]

When the year mark passed, I felt relief and thought once again the worst of it was over. I knew there were still details to clean out and remnants that hold over me, but I thought the biggest items had passed. Today, my mom told me you moved. I had expected as much. She said the house had sold. I know it’s for the better… and yet