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You've had disappointments because you've been brave enough to have hopes. You've got scars because you're a foundational part of a big, wild world that leaves nothing unchanged. Keep going.
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Once or twice a year I'll listen to air traffic control on 9/11 trying to figure out wtf is happening. I do it because it helps me cry, and I do it because it's so important to remember how absolutely lost any one of us can become when everything starts falling apart.
A person raised in love and another raised in survival, will never see the world the same way.
—M00wd
I sobbed for hours. And then I stopped. And then a few hours after that, I was just tired.
No matter how traumatic the loss is, you only have so much emotional stamina.
Even grief can get used up.
The sleep deprived mind is a thing of beauty, I know.
Set your narrative as canon and in a tiny way you have pried your death out of time, as long as the narrative is recalled by someone else.
Some days my sadness evades me as I try to grasp it, desperate to treasure these precious shards.
Other days it cloaks me, consumes me, and pours out of every place it can escape my wretched grip.
Reassuring to remember I'm filled with explosions
I'm tired and old and my bones are cold
What are you supposed to do when you don't care for life or living, you're depressed but not interested in a fix? I'm just waiting down the clock until everything looks beautiful again.
He who would keep himself to himself should imitate the dumb animals, and drink water.
Turning away from empathy and curiosity makes the world into a grim, thin place populated by strangers, objects, and adversaries.
It's akin to demanding the biggest seat in the theater, even though it doesn't face the stage. It's trading a window for a mirror. It's a theft from others and the self.
The Best thing you could ever consider, is that you could clean up, and that would be okay
Does anyone ever consider I might not be created for this world
Isn't it shit when you're broken in a way only Tumblr gets, but you can only socialise in a way that works on Reddit
It is the impractical things in this tumultuous hellscape of a world, that matter most.