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Starting up a fresh blog like I’m mentally stable lol

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I love you. So much so it hurts. It breaks me. It tears into me. It runs beneath my veins and burns me with liquid fire. It pulls me close and makes me kneel before you. It hurts so much. It pulls my skin bit by bit leaving me vulnerable to everything, big or small. It hurts so much there's a knot in my throat I can't seem to untangle like a snake choking me harder. It hurts so much and yet I watch your eyes and smile as my chest crumbles and my heart thunders.

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poll song #710

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You will bloom again. Your hard work will pay off.

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September has mellowed whatever there was of roughness in her heat: the days are more perfect, but less vigorous. The summer in fact is on the wane; peacefully fading like some brilliant spot of light. The colours of the sunset are everywhere.

Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals Journals 1897-1909

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You’re allowed to grieve the person you thought you were before the trauma. A lot of survivors beat themselves up for not being the same. Not as carefree, not as trusting, not as “easy going.” But the truth is, you didn’t “ruin” yourself. Something happened to you, and you adapted to survive it. You may not feel like your old self anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re broken. It means you’re carrying something heavy that you never should’ve had to carry in the first place.