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Here at fuck you I’m going to kill you company, we care
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
i’m just someone’s weird coworker
i hate when people start asking what sign i am. I am a sign from god. start running.
Søren Kierkegaard, Diaries 1813-1855
windblown willows
over river Maritsa
grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.
i talked ab this feeling in therapy yday and my therapist asked me, “would it really be so bad if your memories changed? if they softened and faded or looked different over time? why does that frighten you so much?” and i said, “i don’t want the love to disappear.” and she looked at me for a long moment and then she said, “it won’t. it doesn’t work that way. even if the memories soften or change, it doesn’t mean the love does. that love keeps going backward in time, forever, because you love her still. all is not lost.” i just thought i would share that in case it resonated w anyone else too.
Or even how the memory fading is a “disservice “ to them :(
i want to have many friends and talk to them every day, but my soul is tired. i don't even have the energy to move my fingers and answer messages.
“…my soul is tired” tattoo that on my mfking chest
"i do not dream of labour" is one of the worst pseudo-marxist taglines that western leftists have co-opted because when you ask them what they do dream of, they say traveling, studying, and creating art. broski, who's flying the plane to take you to prague? who's the security at the library with the texts you're studying? who are the clerks in the museum showcasing your art? like bro, you do dream of labour. you just dream of someone else doing it so you don't have to! you merely want to outsource the labour and make it invisible.
trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.
Note to self..
i didnt know you were allowed to do things for the sake of wanting to do things. i thought you were just supposed to keep that locked inside your ribcage and let it rot you inside out until youre limping around as the desiccated corpse of who you could have been
this post is about TRANSITIONING and CHANGING YOUR MAJOR
kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it
one thing about me i’m the leaver. i will leave