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Janaina Medeiros
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Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
we're not kids anymore.
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trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@destroyingdepression
“Never cry for the same reason twice.”
— Stephen Richards
Unless it’s happiness.
“Never cry for the same reason twice.”
— Stephen Richards
I’m tired of saying “I’m fine!” when people ask how I am. The truth is, I’m so fucking tired. Always.
It’s crazy that you can get so fat that you become invisible to so many people.
i wonder where i’ll be this time next year
**Walking some place that we’ve never been**
8yo: “I’ve seen this before.”
Me:
8yo: “You know how sometimes you go to sleep and you see things in your dreams and then later on you see them for real? Like that.”
Me, quietly terrified: “Umm oh yeah! That’s called ‘Deja Vu’! Great!”
I have this too, and like a bunch of the other people who say they have this in the notes have described: it’s like...less prophetic full fledged dreams and more like a 2second snapshot of you doing an activity with no context. Like cutting paper then looking up or opening your purse with specific scenery in the background. Then you wake up and you’re like “what was that pointless dream scene.” Then later (sometimes weeks or months later), when you’re doing The Thing you’re like “oh”
Yeah! It happens to me about real-life things, and I’m internally like “I knew this would happen, I saw it!”
I have this with conversation.
So many people tell me stories or even argue with me that I’ve seen before in my sleep.
all those motivating and uplifting posts are great but sometimes I feel like they are belittling the effort it takes. It’s not easy to start anew. You can’t just go to another country and start working. New clothes cost a lot. Changing Careers is hard and frightening. Breaking with toxic people takes a lot out of you and any new start goes with a lot of planning, anxiety, existential angst and courage. Any of those things, no matter how small, feels like a battle and I am proud of all that choose to fight it.
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