trying on a metaphor
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
wallacepolsom
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
Origami Around
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Sade Olutola
Kaledo Art
if i look back, i am lost
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
One Nice Bug Per Day
JVL
occasionally subtle
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Three Goblin Art
seen from Finland
seen from United States
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seen from France
seen from South Korea
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from Croatia
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@feeling-likeastranger
Anyone else overly attached to their therapist? 😭
I learned how to disappear before I learned how to ask for help
i wish i could explain how exhausting it is to exist when your brain never feels like home. like i’m always visiting, never living.
every time i let someone close, i regret it. but every time i push them away, i regret that too. i’m a contradiction that doesn’t know how to love without ruining it.
I don’t exist when you’re not around
get to know the blogger
anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me
I feel like my own brain is eating me alive
sometimes i look in the mirror and don’t even recognize myself. like i’m trapped inside a stranger who just happens to have my face.
me: I’ll go to bed early tonight.
also me at 3:47am: googling if ghosts can get attached to people with anxiety.
the way that I am makes me want to kill myself
No one talks about how draining it is when your mood constantly switches between "keep going, it'll get better" and "I can't do this anymore. I'm about to give up."
Sometimes I wonder if I even exist when no one is looking. I shift so easily into whatever someone needs me to be, and then I’m alone again, and I don’t recognize what’s left.
I don’t know how to need someone without resenting the fact that I do
I want to speak, but the words get stuck somewhere between fear and my throat.
You ever feel grief for the person you could’ve been if none of this ever happened to you?
You say I push people away. I say I build exits for when they leave.
I don’t want to die. I just want everything to stop for a while.
The thoughts. The guilt. The noise.
