Constant

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Cautious cat

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Message Draft

I'm overthinking and I know I'm overthinking

And I know it's about mostly stupid things and irrational fears

Yet I can't stop

My heart rate feels slow and fast at the same time

My brain is hypervisual yet if I try to voice it out it's incoherent and heavy

Its not about you you have been perfect

A pilar rather

Its about everything else

Its about me

In situations I am cooking up

A chef with no sense of taste

Help me.

Help me sleep?

[feelingsoftheday]

the cost of growth is sometimes loneliness.

[quotefeeling]

“If you ignore your feelings they will get your attention in other ways.”

— Kathy Kalina

[tomndjerry]

The intimacy of "You still remember that?"

I remember everything about you............

[miss-takenly]

Why don't we give people flowers anymore?

It doesn't have an elaborate bouquet (tho personally I'd kill to have even that) but can be simply a flower plucked from the garden on the way to meet someone.

Like please gimme that shit. I'll press that between the pages of my book and immortalized the gesture.

Lemme plant another garden with all the flowers you give me. 🥺

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Life as you may know it

[heavyrain-dc]

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

[metamorphesque]

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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Simple yet knotted

an intricate pattern

stitched and woven

on an ironed out cloth.

Yet underneath lay a maze

with no apparent solution.

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Disconnect -

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Decissions on the road

A left or a right

Good or bad

A game of chance

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The Wind

It blew strong and mighty

From one end to another

Swept away troubles

Like dust under the rug

A temporary relief it seemed

But what was left was apparently just the calm before the storm.

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[flowerytale]

Edith Wharton ― The Age of Innocence