There is no timeline where pain suddenly becomes invalid.
Five years later. Ten years later. Twenty years later.
If it still hurts, it still matters.
You are not dramatic for carrying it.
You are human.
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There is no timeline where pain suddenly becomes invalid.
Five years later. Ten years later. Twenty years later.
If it still hurts, it still matters.
You are not dramatic for carrying it.
You are human.
hang in there girl. we’re gonna have 8pm sunsets again and greenery and warm summer night air and rainy spring days again soon!
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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
The masculine urge to eat food to live
The feminine urge to fucking starve and die I guess?
Yeah
Feeling lonely and also huge
things are pretty bad, and i really don't know what to do
They’re cutting the thread I’m hanging on by tomorrow
I am one minor inconvenience away from becoming a danger to myself again
My insides feel so heavy and I live in fear of being too much for others to handle.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky
is there any room for me anywhere, is there any space for me at all
friends: what do you want to do? my brain: die me @ my brain: we can’t say that. these people don’t understand casual existential despair
“Just be yourself” okay but what if myself is tired and full of rage?