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not very good at asking for things that I want

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"the worst they could say is no" not even true and also have you considered that kind of sucks

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We live in an age of regrettably half-assed insults. I would have done great at like 1654 where you could walk up to someone you don't like and just say shit like "how cruel can nature be, that now age denies you wisdom, as youth once forbade you beauty" and get stabbed.

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words from class of 2013 by mitski

i watch as the screens change,

and the seasons come and go,

while i may seem deranged,

i can assure you i am more than what appears so.

the days turn into nights,

as i try as much as possible to shut the curtain,

as the wills turns into mights,

i know that nothing is for certain.

as i step into the forest of my dreams,

to try to find my purpose,

but all i find is that nothing is what it seems,

and i quickly try to exit this circus.

for i was an enigma,

and you were a blackhole,

as you began to remove my stigma,

i realized that you were seeking full control.

now i am left more empty than before,

thirsty to drink from any river available,

and while i may never reach the shore,

what i know for certain is that this pain is unscalable.

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Looks like we can’t isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way out of this one boys

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and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.

it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.

we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.

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If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing

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I need you all to know that I'm thinking about this post on a daily basis. How many people discover their own graves? How many stares at their own mummies? Visit monuments without remembering they built them?

Maybe our souls are meant to forget so we can discover the world one more time, find beauty again in the little things we had become familiar with, learn again how to love the people we knew for years, find peace and inspiration in the things we did in a different life and were once ashamed of.