these months have been bad for my mental health and i couldnāt get myself to post, but i wanna say that in this blog we stand with Black people and the Black Lives Matter movement.
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these months have been bad for my mental health and i couldnāt get myself to post, but i wanna say that in this blog we stand with Black people and the Black Lives Matter movement.
why do i laugh in the middle of a fight, why do i smile to a person i loved once but didnāt want to meet again, why do i cry when im happy. i hate my emotions there are so many i canāt control them i canāt
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i donāt know why iām so hyped one second, dancing, laughing and enjoying my limbs and then i canāt even focus my sight because everything feels like itās too much.
cw: death // tw: sui ideation
Iāve said I want to love death. Thereās this idiom in Spanish thatās similar to āat deathās doorā, but we arenāt quite at their door: we say it as āto go towards deathās armsā (kinda friendlier?), but wait, thereās another way to say it where instead of arms those are claws.Ā
so you go to deathās claws. Nice, right?Ā
I sometimes imagine death doesnāt have claws, I think they have little soft baby hands. Too tiny to actually be of any harm. We may held them, and they are just showing us the way
I sometimes wish to be guided. When Iām here everythingās fine. But I canāt do anything to fight the anger when it settles. Itās been awful the times it has settled. Awful because I actually wanted it to succeed.Ā
i can stay awake, i want to stay awake
i wish i can remember that
i just wish for the moment this ends so i can give all the cuddles and hugs i didnāt give before to my friends and loved ones
CW: Death.
the saddest days were in mid december. You were gone, "she's resting" and "she is in a better place" was all I heard in the wake. The things we heard the next month, and every time we talk about you.Ā
I feel I talk a lot about you.
these pictures were taken those days. Have you ever felt kind of mad when the world gives you such beautiful imagery when you are grieving? I was just angry. Now Iām not, but I still feel guilty.Ā
I wanna accept and love death. Iāve been close to it. But itās so hard when you feel itās unfair. Do I feel itās unfair for selfish reasons? probably, because I wanted to apologize.Ā But also no, it is unfair because cancerās a bitch.
I just want to hug you and thank you for everything. Our last conversation is engraved in my heart.
your gay 1930 neighbourhood is in town
bold of yāall to asume i have a personality
fine and fragile
i wanna post the artsies but dont have an art blogĀ
Day 21 of quarantineĀ
the hinges creak loudly in this quiet mindĀ