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anxiety will not change the future & regret will not change the past. work with what you have!!!!!
whats so wrong with wishing people would die
The duffer brothers: no one has guessed what happens in the finale
The finale: superhero nobly sacrifices themselves so their loved ones can live happily ever after.
Babe… i promise you people have guessed that outcome, but nobody thought you‘d be this boring
You deserve people in your life who think you are a big deal. No competition, no backhanded comments, no jealously, no comparison, no hate just simply “I love you and there is nobody like you and there will only ever be one of you” type energy
You just have to get up and get shit done. It’s as simple & as difficult as that
ping ponging back and forth between seeing immense beauty everywhere and feeling deeply like i am in hell
whoever the fuck said that shit about having to lose yourself to find yourself was soooo fucking right what the fuck
If you've ever had someone inflict harm on your heart by telling you they "liked the old you better" and it's made you question if you're changing for the worse
Remember you are not here to be what anyone wants or needs you to be, and the fact that they understand you in relationship to what they want you to be at all is not a loving act even if they think it's coming from a loving place
There is only one version of you ever in existence, the present one, and yearning for a past or future or different one will always be someone else's ego creating illusion. And that is never your own failing. We don't live to achieve someone else's standards or desires.
Fuck self-sufficiency. It's time for Interdependence. Always offer help and always accept it. Cook meals for the people you love. Grow fruits and vegetables and give them to your neighbors. The "independent" person is merely the perfect version of a Consumer, eating directly from the palms of Corporation. Fuck self-sufficiency. Need one another.
the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent
After sex you see me roll over and go to balcony. You think ive gone for smoke due to my melancholic nature but I’ve opened sudoku.com evil level
You know when you're walking on a gravel road and everything is hot and dusty and yellow and the grasses are tall and you can hear the bug noises.Thats the point
The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra
having to ask people if you’re still hanging out is one of the worst things ever . like is our playdate still on? im gonna stab myself
you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.
how am i doing? oh I’m fine except i’m in a constant state of nostalgia and sentimentality over everyone I’ve ever loved and every age I’ve ever been and every phase of my life and every job I’ve worked and I’m constantly missing people and places that I can never go back to but it’s cool it’s fine