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[niconiconiko]

never stop being a good person because of bad people

[grayskymorning]

[arandomthot]

I wish I wasn’t able to relate to this

[actuallywatson]

“Yesterday is heavy. Put it down” - an anonymous six word story

[hypnag0gic]

Did you get scared?

That I could ruin your life

So easy.

That I could be everything

You wanted.

That I could become

Your happiness.

That I could tear you apart

Without trying.

Tell me, did you get scared?

That I could be

Your whole world.

And you could be

Nothing.

[maqbane]

someone remind me how to write bcus i’m not gonna lie…..im getting concerned

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“When it comes to being gentle, start with yourself. Don’t get upset with your imperfections. Being disappointed by failure is understandable, but it shouldn’t turn into bitterness or spite directed at yourself.”

— St. Frances de Sales

[onmoonbeams]

CLXV

The worst days are the ones I spend trying not to cry, wearing shoes too heavy to walk in and thinking over and over again, “here’s the thing,” even though I really haven’t got a clue what the thing is. Maybe this is the thing: if you could read my words, would you notice me? Would you fall in love with me? I don’t want to be more than who I am. I want to be more than who you see me as.

[onmoonbeams]

CLXXII

Do they know when they look at you that you’re broken inside?

That ten minutes ago you were on the floor on that rug you should’ve washed weeks ago with your knees to your chest and your throat hoarse and your tears silent?

That it comes and goes and it knocks you over when you’re least expecting it, in the middle of thoughts, in the middle of sentences, in the middle of that walk across campus in the rain that you dread so much?

You breathe tea and it doesn’t help, and you cry your eyes out til your head is pounding and you think, dear God why?

But there’s no answer in the hugs your friends give you or in the songs you listen to on repeat, and there’s no cure in the deep breaths you take so you don’t burst into tears in the middle of French class.

This is your weapon: the knowledge that the clock strikes midnight to signal a new day. And this is your mantra: I won’t give up on me.

[432hzvibes]

freewriting

maybe my life is broken my insides are hurting trying to remain skintight mind open but i can’t win right watching the door closing

i carry the weight of the ocean it’s scary as i attempt to bury the hate with which i’m burdened

walking on tightrope between different universes

all compartmentalized just like my mind, if only my life was simple –

i’m sorry, my dear friend but i don’t trust anyone and as a consequence there are things that are kept from you

as i seek progression in deep depression

what i need is heaven

i don’t edit what i write but maybe i should

i don’t edit my life and maybe i could

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“I’m not open with many people. I’m usually very quiet and I don’t really like attention. So if I like you enough to show you the real me, you must be very special.”

—

[kannickie]

[kannickie]

Different lighting same scene

[kannickie]

Samsung galaxy s8 camera coming through. Gotta get a better camera but until then...

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