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Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again…like, you know you’re not doing work that needs to be done, you know you’re not cleaning, you know you’re not taking care of yourself…you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just can’t. And you’re left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are
Last night we camped right at treeline between Durango and Ouray several miles up a forest road. We made popcorn on our camp stove and had a movie night with this as our backdrop. Car life is not bad, guys.
it doesn’t matter how good you’re doing, those sad nights will creep up on you from time to time and that’s ok. doesn’t mean all your progress is gone
And it has been one hell of a year. I have worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks. This is what surviving looks like, my dear.
Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year. (via michellekpoems)
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
Samuel Beckett, Endgame
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I think too much. I feel too much. I hold on to the things that destroy me, and I can’t move on.
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Little viper skeleton
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