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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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The Stonewall Inn
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Game of Thrones Daily
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@hurt-by-sparkling-ways
my favourite quote by Richard Siken
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher written c. July 1962
Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.
Miscommunication
Today I feel that you've let me down,
by saying I'm someone you don't want around.
I'm angry and selfish and snappy and sad.
All I do is make you frustrated and mad.
I've done my worst and you've lived a lie,
it's best time we say our goodbyes.
How did you expect me to change,
when you never gave me a chance to explain,
why I am the way that I am?
You never told me that I gave you pain.
I thought I was fine, I thought I could try,
to rewire this haywire mind of mine.
Disconnect, discontent, sealed your lips while I buried myself.
Today I feel that I've let me down,
by realizing I'm someone you don't want around.
I'm hurting and selfish and snappy and mad.
All I did was make you frustrated and sad.
I've done my worst by averting my eyes,
and without knowing it we said our goodbyes.
How could I have known how to change,
when I never gave you the chance to explain,
with me being the way that I am?
I never recognized your pain.
I thought that we were fine, thought we could try,
I was hardwired to break what was mine.
Disconnect, discontent, sealed in silence we buried ourselves.
Maybe the problem with love these days is that someone says they love you, and you just wonder how long for.
I wish I could be the person who didn't let things get to them. Instead, I'm the person who needs others to know they hurt me. I need to make my pain heard.
Not for an apology, not even for closure.
I just need to be heard.
I am so over humans. Why does this species only ever think about themselves and recklessly destroy the lives of others.
No creo seguir aguantando más.
Me siento mal, pero no te preocupes. Pronto hallaré una forma de volver a estar bien, siempre lo hago. Solo déjame sangrar un rato más y luego seguiré adelante, lo prometo.
Harvester Of Sorrow.
i hate this popular sentiment that's like "nobody cares about your baby" "nobody cares what you had for dinner" "nobody cares about your spotify wrapped" like ok why are you on social media following people whose lives you don't care about. there's an easy fix for that
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
That's called being an adult
no it’s called being the bravest girl on planet earth
como le hago entender a mi cabeza q necesito estar funcional
I know we’ve all seen “everyone is beautiful and no one is horny” but I would like to propose the corollary “everything is pornographic and nothing is erotic”
“Still, when I wake up…I feel as if I were rising from a grave, gathering my moldy, worm-riddled limbs into a final effort.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals