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why do feelings have to be so complicated

and why do I have so many ___ ____?

50watts

Daniel Mroz, illus. for a book by Ludwik Jerzy Kern (Poland, 1972)

demiiwhiffin

the mortifying ordeal of committing to the bit

i wish to fly away

i just woke up from recurring dream i’ve had for a few years.

it starts with me being in a park, surrounded by people staring at me for some reason, like I had either done something heroic or utterly stupid. so then I start to run fast as I can, until I start ascending, my shoes stop touching the ground and suddenly i’m miles up in the air.

I can see the whole city, but then I start going higher and higher — until I’m outside of the planet.

I feel like i’m home, and I don’t want to go back down.

The silence feels peaceful up here, and all I want is to do is tell you all about it and how I wish you were here.

kismetic

two women in Lebanon, 1970s. by Diab Alkarssifi

04k96

danskjavlarna

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Have you given someone a vintage kiss today?

the retrograde finally got me good. this cuts deep. i knew i was sad about this but damn, it actually has me depressed.

it’s sick and twisted that you gave me a pretty decent childhood, yet you still chose to do that to me.

it’s sick and twisted how you never hit my mother, my siblings or me, yet you still chose to strip me down of my innocence.

it’s sick and twisted how you were a seemingly charming person, but you still chose to groom me, then had the audacity to get mad when i wouldn’t want to give you physical affection.

it’s sick and twisted how sometimes i miss you — the good dad that was fun and showed me music and how to be a good student.

it’s sick and twisted that i grieved you for so long but now i regret ever shedding a tear. grieving you made me a person i never want to be again.

it’s sick and twisted that even the most minuscule part of me still loves you deep down, but I will resent you for the rest of my life. I don’t forgive you, but I loved you.

briargeese

Ripples, a mirage, a beautiful day at the lake.

el tiempo y yo nos conocemos muy bien. es mi amigo más confiable, el que nunca falla.

el tiempo me ha liberado tanto cómo me ha hecho sufrir.

el tiempo me ha robado pero también me ha regalado.

el tiempo me lo ha dicho todo, y nunca sabré cómo demostrarle agradecimiento.

en los días más inciertos, el tiempo siempre ha estado ahí.

every time i'm in a relationship, i always feel like i end up having people like me or tell me that i'm not with the right person.

& i feel like i switch drastically. at the beginning, i'm always so obsessed with them, and they seem to be the cautious/nonchalant ones. and then i match their energy, and i end up turning into some version of them — like i've absorbed their energy so much

and they end up somehow liking me more somehow.

idk if any of this makes sense. but it feels like i'm just meant to make people feel good, to empower them and support them so much that i feel i always come second.

this is a huge reflection and epiphany i always have. but i genuinely think that i'm meant to be alone for a long long time esp. in my 30's.