Georges Merle - The Sorceress (1887)
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Georges Merle - The Sorceress (1887)
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I really hate the fact that people can just come into your life, stick around while you attach to them, they give you the feeling that is mutual (whether it's platonic or romantic!), you feel as if you could be in each other's lives for a long time.
Until things change, they lie continuously, their energy torward you feels undeniably off. Eventually, they fade away from your life, almost as if meeting you had meant nothing to them. And all along, you held onto that dying friendship, clinging and hoping they'd realise your worth.
But now I realise my worth, I deserved better.
I wish them well and hope they can get out of that toxic environment that they've been in. But never again.
It's weird how mean and angry some people can get when you stop messaging them. I stopped because you don't message first unless you want something. Because you don't ask questions about my life or interests. Because you don't send more than a few words unless you're venting. You don't even send memes! That shouldn't matter but, when you put it all togeather, it looks like you don't care. I want to connect with and support you but I feel so abandoned. I wanted to see if you'd notice, wanted to know if you cared. It can't just be up to me. Don't make me feel guilty for feeling neglected.
Photography by Daria Endresen.
it’s both comforting and heartbreaking that over time you will slowly forget the little details of someone you once loved so deeply until their memory is just a hazy blur like a dream you once had and can’t quite remember anymore
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