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✸ death's proximity makes life burn all the brighter ✸

[fairycosmos]

no one is coming to save you its true its true someone might be coming to hang outttttttttt though. someday

[thingsfromthedirt]

[consecuences]

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[11990904]

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[9710144]

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[werenotreallystrangers]

WHEN YOU TELL PEOPLE THE TRUTH OF WHAT YOU ACTUALLY WANT YOU GIVE THEM THE OPPORTUNITY TO ACTUALLY MEET YOU THERE

[heavensghost]

Words from Clarice Lispector in The Hour of the Star

[guooey]

Patrick Ness, More Than This

[xanaxfarts]

[theambitiouswoman]

You think toxicity is love, but it’s actually the absence of it. It feels like love because your nervous system mistakes unpredictability for connection. The emotional highs feel intoxicating, and the lows make the highs seem even more meaningful. But love isn’t supposed to keep you in survival mode. Toxic behaviors like mixed signals, hot & cold behavior, jealousy, manipulation, silent treatment, emotional unavailability, disrespect, and making you constantly earn someone’s affection create intensity not intimacy

Love feels calmer than people expect. It’s consistent, emotionally safe, respectful, and reliable. It doesn’t leave you constantly wondering where you stand. It lets you rest instead of making you fight to be chosen

Wanting to be chosen by others often points to a place where you’re not fully choosing yourself. The reason their toxic behavior feels so familiar, or even compelling, is because it’s mirroring the way you’re already treating yourself

If you abandon your own needs, ignore your intuition, tolerate disrespect, or constantly seek your worth through someone else’s approval etc it will feel familiar. And what feels familiar is often mistaken for love

The moment you start choosing yourself consistently, what once felt exciting starts to feel exhausting and what once felt “boring” starts to feel like peace

[jeremiu]

Adidas=All Day I Dream About Someone

[lesbianhallieparker]

something about late summer train rides

[twofigs]

“what kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.” nina simone

[enki2]