Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Love Begins
shark vs the universe
d e v o n
Today's Document
if i look back, i am lost
ellievsbear
Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
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@dreamingourdreams
I don’t like going outside. I don’t like people walking by the house. I like solitude. I despise being known and I despise being seen.
I want to live in anonymity. Why do I need to be perceived? What a cruel joke.
Let me be. Let me live solely in my head and not in the perception of others.
Ik kijk naar buiten en zie een klein meisje lopen. Hand in hand met opa en oma of papa en mama. En ik denk ik zou willen dat ik dat was hand in hand met papa en mama of oma. Opa heb ik nooit gekend.
Ik heb meer verloren dan ik ooit heb gehad.
There is a gross sadness in me and no matter what I do, or where I go, I can't get rid of it.
De leegte
Het is terug. Het is terug. Het is terug.
De leegte. Ongevraagd en ongeremd. De leegte.
Verdoofd en machteloos. Ik kijk toe.
Het is terug. De leegte.
It's hard to follow your dreams when you don't know what they are.
I feel sad and stressed out and I hate feeling incapable.
It feels like a form of not being good enough, but not in the sense that I should try to do better: there is simply not enough in me to succeed.
Everything is too much for me and there is nothing I can do about it.
...but you weren't there to hear it
It is never enough.
I'm so glad I didn't end up with you.
It’s 3 in the afternoon and I just got out of bed. The drugs have worn off but my head is still spinning. Maybe it is from not eating for four days straight or maybe I’m still recovering from the twelve sleeping pills I took last night. I’m sorry I felt at peace when I thought I was dying.
I envy those who are gone from this world.
it is always winter in my mind
I made a mistake. I should have never pushed you this far.
forgive me
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE
I wrote a letter to my uncle, thanking him for the birthday card. That was a month ago and it’s still sitting on the kitching table. I wonder if it’s a metaphor for something, but since everything seems to be these days I guess it is.
You know when you pass a mirror and don't look in it but still see yourself? Like your brain registers something should be there although it is not physically visible?
That's what I feel like.