they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess
trying on a metaphor

JVL
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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cherry valley forever

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Stranger Things
Not today Justin
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@cryptidbrunette
they call me the endurer the way i endure and endure and endure and endure and well u get it
from women who run with the wolves
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
— Frida Kahlo
how ive been feeling
please, no
My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.
I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.
The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.
"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.
You say "house", I think of a structure.
You say "home", I think of stability.
absolutely .
make yourself at home in my rib cage
Susan Sontag, Death Kit (originally published 1967)
perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.
idkkkk
fuck, marry, kill: the wound that won’t heal, the past you can’t undo, the ghost that keeps returning