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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@sarahtonindeficiency
[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice
Like Mother, Like Daughter
When I was a little girl,
my mother started ripping at the seams.
She taught me how to mend stitches,
how to make a broken thing seem beautiful.
I pretended not to notice
the thread that was left at my bedside,
Or the way she never stopped saying ‘I love you’.
I pretended not to notice
the sadness in her smile,
or the callouses on her hands,
or the nights with a glass of wine and tear-stained eyes,
or the girl who just needed a mother.
I was only a little girl
when I saw my mother fall apart
and I fell apart with her.
Above Ground, Clint Smith
"How are you feeling?" My therapist asks me. "I'm fine," I reply, trying to smile, hoping it sounds genuine, even though I hear the shakiness in my voice. She nods and smiles, though she can definitely see right through me. I wish I could tell her how I really feel.
Even though the sun is shining outside her window, she doesn’t seem to see it. She doesn’t seem to see me either, even though I’m standing right in front of her.
Mothers & Daughters, an epilogue
“When I was younger I used to think that if I could hug myself tight enough I could make myself smaller, because there was never enough room for me, at home or anywhere, but if I was smaller then I would fit in.”
Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood
sometimes i wish i could grab my childhood self and shake them by the shoulders and say YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHOSE LIVES ARE MADE BETTER BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN. YOU ARE NOT DAMNED. SOMEDAY YOU WILL CRY OVER SUNSETS AND POETRY MORE THAN YOUR OWN PAIN. I NEED YOU TO REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. but i can't go back in time, so i say it to myself now. because i believe there's a future version of me looking back on this moment feeling the exact same way.
I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough but I tried to be.
I look at others and I feel so sad for myself. I’m just existing. And they are living. They are able to move on and get ahead in life but all I do is stay stuck in the past and suffer
“Thomas Edison’s last words were: ‘It’s very beautiful over there.’ I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”
— John Green // Looking for Alaska