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I get easily attached to people even though I haven’t know them for long.

Gosh, you’re giving me anxiety.

Keep reminding myself not to fall until the other person feel the same way. But then again we can’t stop our hearts do we?

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James McAvoy and Georgie Henley on the set of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.

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I don’t want to be rich, I just want to be comfy.

Want to have one really nice set of plates and silverware for company and Thanksgiving.

Want to be able to buy a new outfit and a good bra at least a couple times a year.

Want to be able to give “just because” gifts.

Want to burn incense and candles in my home daily, and have nice soaps.

Want to be able to donate to charity frequently and without worry.

Want to buy hardcover books to read and put on a shelf for my kids to read someday.

Want to have candies in bowls for people who visit.

Want to be able to take my young siblings and cousins to a movie and let them get the big popcorn they won’t finish, because there’s magic in just having it.

Want to have a linen closet or at least a linen shelf.

Want to go see live local theater several times a year.

Want to have a bottle of wine or champagne in the house for when I suddenly need to celebrate.

Want to have a kitchen with basic baking supplies so I can bake bread on the weekend, and pies for special occasions.

I just want to be comfy.

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That is my definition of ‘wealth’, as contrasted with ‘excess’. As my mother in law put it – if I can see a little something in a store that I know a friend would love, and just BUY it for them without having to worry about whether I can afford it in the budget, that means I’m well off. And that? That is what I want.

For everyone.

Everyone.

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relatable…

I’m still scared of being alone even though I’m used to it.

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I wish someone saw me, too

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I wish someone saw me, too

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alone or not

you gotta walk

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Too many times I get that suffocating feeling,

Like I’m slowly being sucked into a big black hole with no way out,

And the cause of this you ask?

My thoughts are consuming me. 🥀

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when do i get to be loved?

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I hate myself for not being myself anymore

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Alone

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I oscillated between my desperation to be noticed and my desire to live in the shadows… I flipped between two intractable and inconsistent extremes: I was wildly important; I barely existed.

Eva Hagberg Fisher, How to Be Loved: A Memoir of Lifesaving Friendship. (HMH Books. February 4, 2019) (via dk-thrive)