You never realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you got a bunch of things to talk about and no one to talk to.
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You never realize how lonely you are until it’s the end of the day and you got a bunch of things to talk about and no one to talk to.
like your blog but no offense how are you on Tumblr in ur late 20s?
Good question anon! Here’s my secret: the old folks home lets us out for an hour of water aerobics every day and while the other residents are huffing and puffing like a bunch of suckers I’m off to the side of the pool with everything I need for posting quality content to Tumblr Dot Com.
I don’t know how many times I said: “I can’t do this anymore”. If somebody heard me say it over and over again in all those years, they would probably react like this: “not again” and roll their eyes. But I can tell you one thing, my friend, it never feels less heavy. Every time this sentence appears in my head, in my mouth, in my heart - every time it feels like my soul is ripping itself apart because she knows it hurts less to die than to be alive.
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I had to kill a lot of parts of myself to kill this sadness. I am sorry you turned out to be one.
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Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
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