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"we accept the love we think we deserve."

[hopelessvalentines]

“nostalgia is a villain that we are told is a hero, all it ever does is hurt.”

[trulyfuly]

[earlysea]

I’m the founder of the “I suck at keeping the conversation going, but I really like talking to you” club

[hopelessvalentines]

but i died once and never stopped loving you anyway

[annori]

maybe i should have wanted less. maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me burning to be filled. maybe i should have wanted less.

fernando pessoa // sean mundy // @anouri // sean mundy // fernando pessoa // aaron smith // sean mundy // jennifer cheng // emily skaja // sean mundy // lucille clifton

[whirriscool]

(im girls)

[shitbl0gger]

[arid4nte]

vanilla, purple, harry styles and a very light shiny red 💌

[whirriscool]

(im girls)

[babythestrawberriesshinebright]

[vividzim]

"My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?"

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[flowersandfashion]

The opposite of a haunting is something very lonely, Katie Maria /// there's a little girl in my head, @heavensickness /// Little Girl Looking Downstairs at Christmas Party (1964) by Norman Rockwell /// Changing, Liv Ullmann /// found photograph with my words /// what they don't tell you, @tryworks /// Anne with an E, A Strong Effort of the Spirit of Good (3x07) /// Time Travel by Emhahee /// Second Wave (2023) by Amy Dury /// Katie Maria

[waitingforthesunrise]

Why are you crying? My mother asks. Is it the exam tomorrow?

Yes, I say, because I do not have the words to tell her how heavy the world feels; how it asks so much of me, again and again, until I crumple from pure exhaustion. How I am so desperately afraid I will never find someone who loves me completely, not as much as I love them. How I will always be a step behind, the third person on the sidewalk, eagerly pouring love into the pockets of everyone I meet, until I have none left even for myself. 

When will you feel better? She asks.

When I am thirty, I want to say. After the exams, after the job, after feeling like I don’t fit in anywhere. When I have found that person. When I have children and a front lawn for them to play on. When I know how the world moves. When I am happy. 

But I look at her; at the deep wrinkles between her eyes, at the drawer where her wedding band sits, put out of sight. Maybe it is a lie. Maybe thirty comes without happiness. Maybe it isn’t something that arrives; maybe it has to be forced.

I don’t know, I tell her. Maybe I never will. 

[thebootydiaries]

every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep

[arid4nte]

maybe you're cursed.

you did something bad, and life granted you with me.

a daughter that's your complete opposite.

everyday you party while i rot in my room. the light in your eyes goes away when i talk with you.

i wish i had a mother like theirs. they talk, and go shopping like its normal for them. you, on the other hand, pretend im never here. you go on your own like its better then being with me.

maybe im the problem... i worry, i take up space i lie to your face, i dont want you to see me.

i wish i belonged somewhere

everyone does something here and there. i am here, in the vast loneliness of my messy old life. daydreaming about friends and the end of my teenage years.

i listen to music and pretend im not here.

please dont perceive me, im trying to disappear.

[wannaseenirvanaa]

descending into madness. y’all want anything?

[resqectable]

“There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.”

— Sarah Dessen

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