May 11, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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May 11, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
sorry for short answers i don’t necessarily want to be alive right now
I hate how one negative human interaction can send me into a full spiral
the struggle not to roll my eyes at people when they talk
"You were a dream.
Then a reality.
Now a memory."
— lain Thomas; The City Rises and Falls
"I get it now. I get it.
The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end."
– John Green and David Levithan
“And I saw it didn’t matter / who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone.”
— Dorianne Laux, from “After Twelve Days of Rain”, What We Carry
Forever grieving the person I thought you were
Person: why are you acting like that?
Me: oh I’m sorry was I mental illnessing wrong!?
have the biggest urge to self-destruct just so I can feel something
“I told you once, that only two things will have me - you and death."
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I see a lot of people talk about accepting the ultimate truth -- people die one day, and sometimes, they are our loved ones. And I see people who continue to ask the reason why we fear losing someone if we know that death is inevitable. Now that I think about it, I don't think it's necessarily the fear. It's the burden of stories we share with someone that we have to carry alone after them. Carrying memories for two can be heavy, and sometimes, they can make you lonely. I think it's the unpreparedness to take such a weighted responsibility that scare people.
Sabina Yesmin
Everything feels so heavy on my heart.
i just wanna scream "ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR"
i need some fucking pills to knock my ass out cold for the rest of my life