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we're not kids anymore.

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what doesn’t kill you makes you cry on a bright sunny day
On Siblings
from the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur // from Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey // @one-1-eyefrom // Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe // He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - The Hollies // Two of Us - The Beatles //from Sunrise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins // Jessica Goodman // @ anxiousmaya_ on tiktok //
i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows
"You snooze you lose" anti nap propaganda, changing it to "you snooze yaaaaayyyyyy yippeeeee"
got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief
Having some decorations you like in your bedroom will improve your general mental health btw. Won’t cure you but it’ll make a big difference.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
I also hereby declare that my works will never use any gen ai. Every fanfic/story I post will be from the chaos that is my brain.
What's the point of a diary if you're not lying in it?
On Anaïs Nin, literary self-mythologizing, and why personal writing should always be slightly dishonest. (from my substack)
If you’re not lying in your diary, you’re just journaling, and journaling is for people who don’t know how to edit.
A diary is not a record of events; it is an act of creation. The best diarists know this instinctively. Anaïs Nin knew it better than anyone. Her diaries were not mere confessions but performances, half-lit mirrors where the truth shimmered, distorted but no less real.
Nin understood that life is not lived in a single register. Her diaries are a study in contradiction—one moment, she is in love; the next, repulsed. She is independent yet wholly consumed by those around her. But contradiction isn’t falsehood; it’s literature. She rewrote and edited her diaries, sculpting herself into the character she wanted to be. And is that really so dishonest?
People love to be outraged by the idea of a diary that is not entirely factual. But fact is not the same as truth. Diaries, at their best, are emotional truths, shaped by mood, by desire, by the need to impose a narrative on the chaos of daily life. Nin was not interested in being objective—she was interested in being immortal. She once wrote, “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.” But why stop at tasting? Why not rewrite, reshape, embellish? If we can curate the lives we present to others, why should we not do the same for the versions of ourselves we leave behind?
Nin herself was a master of this. She edited her diaries before publication, removing, refining, turning herself into a protagonist. She blurred lines, shifted timelines, made herself more alluring. She called it shaping reality. Others call it lying. The truth, of course, is that all personal writing is selective. Even in confession, there is curation.
The danger, of course, is that history will take the performance at face value. That the diary, once private, will harden into biography. But this, too, is a kind of truth. A diary is not a static object. It lives, it breathes, it deceives, but always in service of something larger than the mundane details of existence.
James Baldwin.
i bring an “excluded since childhood” vibe to the function
sometimes i wish i could be loved completely. all the parts of me. not just the good, but also the bad. and by bad, i mean, even the possibility of the bad never disappearing because i am human. no one could be entirely good and sometimes the bad parts are parts that want to be loved too without condition.
sometimes i wish i could be loved without condition. as i am. all the good and all the bad. the good outweighing the bad, and sometimes the good less than the bad. sometimes i wish i could be loved not in parts.
I really want to live a life where I am fully loved and wanted as I am including the imperfect or not so nice parts of my personality like that I can speak before thinking at times or can be petty or stubborn etc like I went through a phase of self work where I was basically like OKAY gotta fix all this stuff so I deserve love and people won't hurt me or leave me and like - yeah it's great to try and be a more compassionate wise kind version of yourself but people are PEOPLE and maybe what looks kind to one person might look like passivity=violence to another so it's all very subjective and made me realize what I want is not to be "good" it's to belong and be accepted and have the types of people in my life who can tell me when I'm wrong or if I've hurt them but also aren't looking for me to be someone I'm not and there's not way to find those people without risking being known and having some of the people along the way NOT want you too...
like the classic "to be loved you must be known" and I think for people who have trauma around not having been given the typical unconditional love from a parent or whoever it can be especially hard to not go through life trying to "earn" affection or loyalty and we can easily damage our relationships to ourself or other people by working hard to be "correct" instead of being authentic or honest and it can often even turn to manipulation - even if in our minds it was "I was trying to do what I thought you wanted" which SEEMS good but is actually another way of lying.
Just really feeling like I am slowly finding my place in the world, gravitating towards people who I can be myself with, and realizing so much that we are all gonna be works in progress forever and the same way when I think of my husband or my best friends I know damn well they have flaws and cause harm and I still think "this is who I want to walk through life with" and that's what I want in return, not to be "good" or "deserving".
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