truly, does one ever let go of being hurt by the person they trusted most? I keep thinking I’ve let it go but every so often it comes back and hurts just as bad as it did the first day all those years ago
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truly, does one ever let go of being hurt by the person they trusted most? I keep thinking I’ve let it go but every so often it comes back and hurts just as bad as it did the first day all those years ago
struggling with the reality that I will never be skinny, I will never have a huge group of friends, I may die feeling this sad
i’m like if a man and a woman had a baby and it grew up in a tumultuous society with undiagnosed mental disorders and unrestricted internet access
my autopsy results came back negative There was nothing in there
it must legitimately be a hard time to be a tumblr user who happens to be a hot lady in a bikini who has never posted anything ever
just yesterday i was 17 i remember it as clear as day and tomorrow i will be 60 and i’ll still feel the same. i can’t believe there is no magic moment where you feel fully grown
mental illness made me so desperate for joy that i forgot it was this simple… feeling the ocean against your skin… a really good guitar riff… sun on your back… holding the door for a stranger… a cold shower on a hot day…….. the world is like a cradle and i am just a little baby. eyes wide open there is so much to see
i can't believe im alive. its like wow, ive been alive this whole time. someday i won't be. it's like, people get dementia and forget who they are but at the end of their lives often they still remember who they loved. not consciously but they feel it. i just feel like we're in such a weird existence and it's so sad
D.W. Winnicott
at the supermarket repeating there is no audience to perform for in my head even though i pulled out my best outfit to come here for literally no real reason
and on the sixth day god created the gas station convenience store refrigerated beverage section
😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes
i will not lie, friends in my phone, i have been imagining affection from time to time