tannertan36
Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
trying on a metaphor
AnasAbdin
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell
@theartofmadeline
Janaina Medeiros
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi
seen from United Kingdom
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seen from Iraq
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@sadly-melancholy
Loneliness is such a strange thing. I never get lonely but I feel alone. Especially in a room full of people. I’m never the one noticed, never the one that someone comes up to say hi to, can be considered even slightly pretty, or the one someone chooses above all else. Being the afterthought to everyone around you is crushing especially in the moment. Though I’m so used to it I’ve become numb to the feeling it’s more of a headache to think about now than anything.
I think I repeated “get out of my room” under my breath about 50 times and people still prefer to act like they can’t hear you
If I had a dime for every time one of my parents triggered a panic attack I’d .... (insert personal thought here)
One cut, one purge, I crave the chaotic simplicity of that pain...
I’ve been gone just trying to not exist
Sometimes I have “those days” I wake up and before I even put my feet on the ground I’m shaky. My heart’s stagnant and I don’t feel all there but I can’t do anything about it. I just have to go through the day..
I know the pains going to come and I’m ready but it always surprises me anyway
I don’t know how to describe this pain but it’s crushing me
My mother’s superpower is somehow inserting talking about my body in any conversation and triggering me
I don’t know if I just don’t know how to get better or if part of me just doesn’t want to
I’m tired of everything but I still keep wearing this fake smile
Why do people feel the need to point out the fact that I’m messed up or not “normal”? Trust me I already know that.
My depression builds like water droplets in a cup. It slowly fills my mind until it overflows.
I know what it takes to end this, but I’m to scared of messing up
That’s it I’m not eating anymore or I have to break all the mirrors it’s either or at this point
The emptiness I feel after purging is almost comforting
I can’t even cry because I’m so broken inside