(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts
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(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts
You don’t have to belong everywhere (textile home)
a lot of your suffering comes from treating your nature like a problem to manage instead of a design to understand
It’s so interesting when you’re having a kind of destabilized insecure moment to realize that it’s coming from within because it’s a feeling that you carry with you and it’s so easy to associate it with external events or feel like you need external events or circumstances to change in order to feel differently but really it’s a state that you’re appropriating and you just have to step out…… send blog post
>have problem
>recognize it as part of my divine punishment
>no problem
We have so little time
let's waste as much of it as we can while we still can
Sometimes I wish I could be close to you again. I wanted to grow with you. I loved you. I’d do anything for you. I know I wasn’t completely mature or healed yet either, which makes my growth and decisions worth the choking that I feel in my throat when I miss you.
I miss my friend. I miss your presence and your kindness. Is there a reality where we never hurt? Where we meet and the traumas we had, never touched us. We would be friends. We would have lived together too, better than before.
I want to know them. Those women who laugh and draw and smoke and play cds in the kitchen and share secrets and dance.
Someone said “The slow burn of becoming yourself” and I think that might be one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. It’s such a good reminder of how much it takes, how much character development, how much change, and beauty and courage it takes to reach your soul and I hope no one ever gives up on becoming themselves because it’s a never ending journey that only gets better.
yeah
You must continue to do it. You must continue to care for yourself. Even when you’re two weeks deep in sickness that you caught from a man you slept with. You must continue to fight to care for yourself through snot and tears. It must go on even when you feel the ceiling caving in. Lead yourself by the hand to the kitchen and eat something. Stand up and do anything. Say to yourself that “it must be you who loves you.” Tell her that we will make it. God knows nobody is fucking coming. Through righteous anger and fear and holy vomit, please keep going. Sleep with the TV on and wake up to another day.
I fucked him when he was sick and now I am too.
Please I just want to know your every thought about me.
can you tell i missed out on smth fundamental in my formative years 😏