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Sorry I can’t talk right now, I’m busy doing exercises on the floor of my bedroom for the next two and a half hours until it’s time to sleep

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the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur

My belt tells me with each notch it swallows, along with the excess material around my waist.

My rings tell me when they slip off my fingers during the night, hiding away under the bed where I can't see them

My clothes tell me in the way that they don't hug me like they used to, my jeans pull away with shame and my shirts hang low and empty.

And still after all this...My eyes won't tell me anything

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i feel like my mind is fucking static on the tv, my thoughts are so jumbled i have to play ‘connect the sentences’ everytime i need to open my mouth.

{1/5/18}

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I can bearly even speak out loud before 12pm, let alone explain whats going on in my head. Expecially to those who hold me in such a high regard.

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its so hard to express how i really feel so i wrap my words in metaphors and similes to make these harsh words less violent.

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You look at me and I can feel my bones setting alight under my skin. My breath bubbles in my throat and I make an audible noise. You know exactly what you do to me, how one word melts my brain or how one look makes my legs buckle.

This energy has been with us since the beginning, the universe subtly trying to bring us together.

I want more nights where we dim the lights and dissect each others brains under the covers while white noise plays in the background.

AG {22/04}

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“I used to write about shattered glass on the dinning room floor and slamming doors in the middle of the night.How when people would ask “What are you affraid of?”, my answer would be raised voices and unexpected movements around me. I used to write about real things. Now my mind can bearly function enough to make my words sound pretty and inviting.”

— AG {8/4}

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