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me*suddenly is very very sad* me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Let me tell you my sins, so I am not swept away by a raging flood.”
— Psalms 32:6
“I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. Now I’m staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the planets will align. There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky.”
— Bright Eyes - “From A Balance Beam”
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I never know how to end it
I was just an old toy he picked up from time to time for nostalgias sake. But he would always get bored of me eventually. He'd put me away when he thought there was something better out there, something shinier, prettier, more colorful, newer, something he thought would make him happier than I could. But he still kept me boxed up in his closet. And everytime he took me out I was eager to please and show him I'm better than those other toys. But everytime he played with me he'd break a little piece off or wear my batteries out again. My paint would chip. My shine would dull. My song would fade. My buttons had been pushed too many times.
“You held me underwater and asked me why I could not breathe.”
— E. Grin, toxic. (via written-in-pen)