I'm not ready to move forward
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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I'm not ready to move forward
this healing shit take forever don't it
Rainer Maria Rilke, from a poem titled "Strong, Silent," featured in Poems to Night
If u wanna stay and never leave i'm down
I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times, Taylor Byas
"IS THIS ALL THERE IS?" / digital collage
Wislawa Szymborska, from "Tortures," featured in Map: Collected and Last Poems
Mazzy Star, Look on down from the bridge
sorry i can’t come i’m too busy hurting my own feelings over nothing
sorry i can’t come i’m too busy hurting my own feelings over nothing
sorry i can’t come i’m too busy hurting my own feelings over nothing
sorry i can’t come i’m too busy hurting my own feelings over nothing
when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl who desperately wants to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever
no one tells you how hard it is to find your spark again once you’ve lost it
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.”]