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@god4bid
I am unemployed
i know they say no one is coming to save you but why the fuck not
im not the same person i was when I pulled that meat out of the freezer this morning. I've changed. i don't have that in me anymore. ive moved on
actually iâve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die
winnie holzman / fredrik backman / jeff buckley / justin levine / emily carey / jonathan clay / hanya yanagihara / ruth b
when janet fitch said âIâd spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldnât drip with blood every time I brushed up against something.â when ocean vuong said âbrooklynâs too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away. my mother said I could be anything I wantedâbut I chose to live.â and when mikko harvey said âI typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my wayâ. and when hala alyan wrote âSometimes I feel washed up as paper. Youâre three years away. But then I dance down Graham and the trees are the color of champagne and I rememberâ There are things I like about heartbreak, too, how it needs a good soundtrack. The way I catch a manâs gaze on the L and donât look away first. Losing something is just revising it. After this love there will be more love.â âŚ
sometimes i wonder if i'll ever enjoy being alive
Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword đĄď¸
they should invent a way for me to do tasks without the mind torture
am i too soft ?
(no beers in) I lack a lot of the traits people typically define as human and on occasion it haunts me