Dear diary
YOU ARE THE REASON
The Bowery Presents

@theartofmadeline
Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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shark vs the universe

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Today's Document
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins

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Sade Olutola
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni

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@loverepage
Dear diary
Luckily, I don't have a broken heart
I don't think I could handle more
It could be worse
I used to be so promising
Now
I'm a total mess
Where does it came from?
All the pain
The sorrow
But mostly the sadness
I feel close
The end is almost here
Dont know if I you be scared or happy
Born to be Effie Stonem
Or a cinnamon girl
July
8th
It's my birthday, once again it's just the cake and I.
“If it costs you your peace, it’s too expensive.” - Paulo Coelho
“In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.” – Thomas Carlyle
Right now I'm happy, just Wonder how much it'll last
“I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
En realidad, nunca he sentido que pertenezco a algĂşn lugar. Toda mi vida he tenido el sentimiento de no encajar, de no sentirme cĂłmodo, de alejar a las personas, de nunca hallar mi propio camino. Y la verdad es que ya no sĂ© si algĂşn dĂa eso va a cambiar.
Harvester Of Sorrow.
No puedo hacer nada con estos fragmentos rotos en los que me convertĂ. Todas mis partes rotas me están cortando las manos mientras intento reconstruirme y sangro, sangro tanto que el cielo se tiñe rojo y llueve. No hay nada que pueda hacer, estarĂ© roto y seguirĂ© sangrando mientras mi esperanza se marcha y mi deseo de vivir se agota.
Harvester Of Sorrow.
Sometimes I think there will be nothing left of me in a few years, or months or days.