my heart is different now.
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my heart is different now.
a girl like me should be in the sky sitting on a star
trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.
friendship breakups are lowkey the worst thing ever cause what do you mean this person I used to share every single detail of my life with is just gone
its always like be careful this song might become a memory. this cologne might become a memory. this brand of beer might become a memory. i time travel all the time
they just prescribed me gunshot to the head at the urgent care
in my slut era. (i can't even start a conversation)
"how to prevent smile lines" there are a thousand more important things to do with your time than postpone evidence of life's joy on your face
I’m sorry I’m the one you love
small talk? it was quite big to me. i love you
mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods and it's foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread
“I wasn’t always like this” will always be one of the saddest phrases to exist. And by ‘this’ they mean the insecurity,the never ending sadness,the suppressed anger which eventually turned into agony. It means they were once,normal,joyful even.They ran across gardens and still managed to catch their breath,now they cry in bathrooms and can never find that breath back.
-nipuna
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries, 1917-1922; “A Hero of Labor”
﹙ Text ID: I’ll cry about this earth in heaven too.﹚