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I did it out of love. You don’t owe me anything.
— unknown
The Garden Magazine, Volume 122, June 1997
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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Desire to disappear and be forgotten more.🖤
my heart used to hurt for all the wrong reasons. it used to hurt for people who treated me so poorly, for people who made me question the definition of love and friendship. for unkind words and judgements, for things that didn't deserve my space nor time. but lately, my heart has been hurting for good things. for missing my loved ones, and the moments i adored having with them. moments so good that i know i'll never be able to re-create them with anyone else. for how happy i am sometimes and how scary that it'll get taken away from me again. it's scary, but also at least it's good. it hasn't been this good so i'll let myself feel it because for it to hurt this bad, then it must've been love that's so good.
As an adult I am still learning to sit in the same room as my hurt, and treat myself with kindness and not damnation.
Jenna Meadows- an excerpt from Microscope