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vanessa. twenty-seven. disney cast member. pansexual.

[sailormouse]

I know more than I’m supposed to know and it is eating me away inside.

[sailormouse]

I guess I accidentally lurked so hard that I ended up logged in again, reading my old past trauma, apologizing a thousand times to the ghosts of past abusers. Reminding myself of every time I told myself I wasn’t enough, when truly, I was being gaslight so aggressively that I’m shocked I didn’t ignite and inflame and burn myself into ash.

I still hope that one day I’ll wake up and feel okay.

[spacettf]

Ic1396 by telemaq76 Via Flickr: 31x4 minutes avec filtre cls-ccd pour la couleur 18x4 minutes avec filtre h-alpha 6nm pour la luminance 25 darks, 1000 offsets, 15 flats avec un canon 700d astrodon, le canon 500 f4Is sur monture Skywatcher neq6pro

[quotewhore]

You’ll remember me in the morning, and you’ll come to me, and you’ll tell me about us, and we’ll start over.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via quotewhore)

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NGC 2442/2443 by Warren Keller Via Flickr: SSRO- RCOS 16", Apogee U9, PlaneWave Ascension 200HR, ACP, MaxIm DL, FocusMax, PixInsight 1.8, Photoshop CC

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ICYMI: From Neil Hilborn’s book, Our Numbered Days, which includes 40+ poems including favorites such as “OCD” and “Future Tense”. Check it out here.

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EclipseComposite by Jason Melquist

[sailormouse]

[sailormouse]

[sailormouse]

Some nights I lie awake and stew in my anxiety for a while, and when the rest of my little world has fallen asleep, I race with words and thoughts and unfinished sentences piling over each other. Tonight is one of those and I stumbled upon my tumblr that hasn't been touched in about a year. This post will have no moral to the story or elegantly written ending, but it's just a jumble of words to pause the racing thoughts for a moment. This is a fairly private setting, right? Kind of? Better than any cry for attention on Facebook or quickly ignored text to a fair-weather friend. I'm rather lost these days which...isn't new. I used to write about feeling lost when I got my first journal when I was 7. Now I'm just 25 and I'm supposed to have something more figured out. I feel a bit like I'm slipping away. I was recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder and boy, has it been giving me a run for my money. Most days the apathy takes the forefront, which causes so much animosity from my partner. I don't blame her, my "I love you"s sound distant compared to when we first met. My eyes are greyer. My mania taps on my shoulder and I either giggle or yell depending where the mood trip is sending me. It's harder to manage (and I tried the medication game...no thank you). Maybe it's the heat of the summer getting to me. I cannot grasp why my partner stays around. Sometimes I believe she just dug herself so deep with the engagement that she doesn't want to feel silly by walking away from it. I love her, but I am a heavy burden to carry. My jealousy and tantrums...they break myself more than anyone. I'm not sure what this rant is besides things I just never get myself to say out loud. This is the brain running on low battery at 4am. This will probably be deleted. This is not a cry for help or attention but what should be a personal journal entry. This is a ramble and I apologize.

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We’re reeling through an endless fall

We are the ever-living ghost of what once was

[creepypasta]

Did you ever have an imaginary friend as a child? Chances are, everyone has at some point. Chances are, yours was forgotten long ago, to wither away with the rest of your childhood as more important matters came along. You began socializing. You found real friends.

Now imagine this. Your only...

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