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[unusual-suspects]

x

[unusual-suspects]

x

[days-about-blueberry]

Blurry

Why am I never enough? I dont know what I'm feeling. I only exist here, for some reason.

I think I'm  exhausted,  tired,  bored? 

In the past, there was a moment when I was a person with a brilliant future,  ambitions, missions, high expectations.

But, one day... it all disappeared. That's crazy... so crazy...

I was enough,  I was awesome, I was... was... a good person, with a good future...

Today,  on this day,  

I don't have anything that makes me happy,  proud... I lost it.

I lost the only thing that made me special. When u fail at the only thing u were good at... Do u really have a talent?

Now I'm  useless,  a failure, a burden.

I try to change every day of my life... but... I guess it's impossible.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry so much.

[ddestroyangels]

Forest Nymph by Paul Hermann Wagner, 1870

Private Collection, Texas

[happyheidi]

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

[expressions-of-nature]

by Nikolett Emmert

[unusual-suspects]

x

[thefugitivesaint]

Shirley Kite, ''The Music Hour First Book'' by Osbourne McConathy, 1928

[veilwaltz]

[nauseaea-deactivated20180506]

[pmamtraveller]

"Beneath The Golden Willow"

Ed Perkins.

[silent-insanities]

Just stay one more night.

[cherriesofall]

[thefugitivesaint]

Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source

[stardog-howls]

[07121998]

[perriaeyjeve]