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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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DEAR READER

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Origami Around

JVL
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle

if i look back, i am lost

Andulka

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Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du

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Love Begins

Kiana Khansmith

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@myfdupthoughts
When frankenstein's creature said accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? And when Judas said why didn't you make me good enough so that you could've loved me? And when wych elm said why did you do this to me? I was your baby. You made me. But then sophokles said, i am the shape you made me, filth teaches filth.
complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?
— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home
You have taken to wearing around your father’s hand-me-down anger. I wish
that you wouldn’t.
It’s a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn’t fit you, hangs loose in all
the wrong places, even if it does match your skin color.
Hand-me-downs | Sarah Kay
Every time I think a thought I get nauseous
"I don't think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."
– Via "avvfvl" on Tumblr
it always dawns on me how disposable i am. yes i can be useful to people when they want me to be but the truth is nobody truly needs me. what i can give people, which isn’t much to begin with, can be found anywhere from anyone else. i’m not special and i know that. i imagine myself not present in the lives of the people i love and it’s clear they wouldn’t be missing out on much. not to mention how it feels like people only merely entertain me, maybe out of pity than anything else. i’m only as good as people want me to be and when they don’t want me anymore there isn’t anything i can say or do that’ll convince them i’m worthwhile. i am nothing.
they’re minor inconveniences to you, to me they’re world-ending tragedies
Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself