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Feel Good - Season 2 Episode 1
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Why do some people need so much help just to exist, and then other people don’t need any help at all?
Feel Good - Season 2 Episode 1
None of this is real...
I'm not here...
This is not me...
This isn't happening...
Get me out of here, please...
I'm trapped in a nightmare...
Dear diary... (Trigger warning)
Nothing around me seems real anymore...
Pain is the only thing that feels real to me now...
“(Isn’t memory often about loneliness?)”
— David Bottoms, from “Black Horses,” Otherworld, Underworld, Prayer Porch (Copper Canyon Press, 2018)
“Sometimes you end up losing yourself trying to hold onto someone who never cared about losing you. Know when to let go.”
— Unknown
“You walked away and all I did was watch you, because no matter how hard I tried to make you stay, you still left.”
— A.M.
“To make the right choices in life you need to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude, which most people are afraid of.”
— Deepak Chopra
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“She sees him the moment he walks in. The rest of the room fades away as her eyes linger, slowly, from his feet to his hands to his lips. They linger one second too long and her heart begins to race before she can tell it not to. It’s like seeing him for the first time all over again, only this time she knows how their story ends. And her heart goes from racing to breaking as she remembers the tears from the last time she saw him. She turns. She runs. She can’t face him again.”
— History repeating.
Love is the same song on repeat for an hour. It’s not knowing how to look for them everywhere you go and it’s biting your lips because it’s been too long since you last got to kiss them. Love is sleeping on their side of the bed when they aren’t there and it’s the smell of cookies on a Christmas morning. Love is running your fingers through their hair and telling your mom that you think you met the love of your life. Love is the drool on their chest, the scent of them beneath your fingertips and the constant aching, and aching, and aching. Love is the sound of their voice when they call out your name and the look they give you when it’s just you and them and no one else. Love is when the world around you pauses for a moment because the way they are laughing, in that second, is everything. Love is never wanting to wake up anywhere else if it isn’t beside them.
A.M// love is never wanting them to leave.
I’m tired, I’m so tired. I’m done trying to find you at the end of a cigarette or an empty beer bottle. Nothing feels the same as your lips touching mine or our hands intertwined.
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maybe in another dimension you’re in love with me too
at least one version of me would be happy
“at the end of the day, all we ever want is for someone to hold us tight and close.”
— november thoughts (h.m.)
my mind is wrapped around you but i wish it were my arms instead
“and so I named the stars, one by one, after every favorite memory of you.”
— s.s. (stephenstilwell)
23-11-2019, Goodbye
some days i think it’s better that you don’t know how much i actually like you but on other days i wanna look you dead in the eye and tell you about every little thing that made me think of you