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Misplaced Lens Cap

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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Love Begins
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@n-ullibicity
V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
What am I missing from therapy and treatment? I am motivated to change but SOMETHING is missing and I can’t figure out what it is.
The Garden of Childhood - Alice M. Chesterton - 1905 - via Internet Archive
Cynthia Cruz, from “Diagnosis,” The Glimmering Room.
I’m so fucking tired of eating disorder “treatment”. The treatment is literally “just eat”. I kid you not. No one has helped me with how to get myself to eat or get over any fears. I’ve literally been told to just eat and to just make recovery oriented decisions and it’s so defeating. It makes me feel like every struggle I’ve ever had was just me making a bad choice in the end instead of suffering from an incredibly powerful illness. I’m tired of it. This isn’t enough for me to feel better or helped at all. It’s all just a bunch of bullshit.
Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
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Max Weber / The Eye Moment
from Cubist Poems (1914)
“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”
— Ernest Hemingway (via dissapolnted)
you helped me meet a version of myself I didn’t know existed
Carrie Fisher, from The Princess Diarist.
Jean Degottex (French, 1918-1988), Horsphère blanche, 1977. Oil on sewn canvases, 219 x 197.5 cm.
e.e. cummings, “first robin the;”, from 95 Poems, Complete Poems of E.E. Cummings: 1904-1962
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