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my hands and fingers are cold because my blood loves me a lot doesnt wanna go too far to the peripheries
*going through a really hard time* i will survive this but not unaltered
does anyone feel the layer of plexiglass between themselves and the rest of the world or is that just a me thing
after you, what am i gonna find? the me you left behind as you were passing through?
Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
this song makes me think of my inner child and my mom and every bad thing that has ever happened to me
reporting live from the war i constructed in my own head
“The saddest thing about nostalgia is that it is always the seed of tragedy. We fall in love with a story, we tell it to ourselves again and again, we fall in love with our retellings, we forget to consider whether there was ever a meaningful difference between the story and our retellings and, eventually, we make the decision to revisit that story: expecting, of course, the static object we've immortalized in our minds to exist just as we think we've left it.”
- Kevin Cooley and Caleb Andrew Milligan, Haunted objects, networked subjects: The nightmarish nostalgia of creepypasta, 2018.
“I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.”
― Trista Mateer
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