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The Bright Sessions

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Today's Document

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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

@theartofmadeline
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
occasionally subtle
NASA

seen from United States
seen from Kosovo

seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Philippines

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Seychelles
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from Finland

seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
@alittlebitofeverytin
"do you have any hobbies" lately i have been into overthinking and panicking
it is only necessary to know that love is a direction and not a state of the soul. if one is unaware of this, one falls into despair at the first onslaught of affection. simone weil, the love of god and affliction
probably needed a hug but instead i sat in my room and drowned in my own thoughts
Tw: Mentions of bulimia, dissociation, and paranoia if you look closely
i’ve hugged shame like it was my only constant.
i’ve kept secrets that rot in my stomach.
bulimia chews at my edges.
dissociation paints everything in fog.
and numbness wraps me in blankets
that never keep me warm.
they don’t actually know anything.
not the friends i smile at,
not the teachers who ask how my day is,
not even the people who say they care.
no one knows what’s under the surface.
but i’m scared every second that they will.
that one day someone will see the filth,
behind the forced jokes,
the bad things i’ve said,
the way i begged to be included
by making others feel small.
and then they’ll leave too.
like everyone else did.
even if they weren’t really here.
my mind runs marathons in circles.
what if they find out?
what if they already know?
what if i’m as disgusting as i feel?
overthinking, overthinking,
until my thoughts are so loud
i can’t hear anything else.
and still, i say nothing.
i carry the quiet
like it’s my fault,
like it’s my curse,
like it's the only part of me
that ever felt like home.
forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head
i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
their daughter
real asf
how do you reconnect to life after being disconnected for so long
one step at a time! follow breadcrumbs of what you used to love... often you'll find yourself there <3