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90s90s90s

Baby Bjork

JB highlights

through-the-loooking-glass

me: I just want this to be over

friend: want what to be over?

me: *gestures vaguely*

quoted-books

She extended a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

submitted by: asredaspoppies :)

unrar

An aerial shot of Brazil’s Lencois Maranhenses sand dunes and lagoons, Brazil, Alex Saberi.

jaded4you-deactivated20240901

I'm becoming someone that I didn't want to be. It's like that thing with the frog and the boiling water. No. It's like that thing where everyday it feels the same then one day you wake up and everything's different. Yeah. Like that. They keep warning us about these things but they never tell you how to prevent it. I guess they don't know how to do it too.

I stopped writing because I couldn't even make a decent Facebook post without rewriting it for twenty times then deciding that what I had to write wasn't important anyway. I stopped tweeting. I stopped texting people for things other than "Nandito na ako. Nasan na kayo?". I figured if I can't even commit to a 140 character joke, if I can't read my words and feel a little proud, if I have to loathe every letter that comes out of me like I do when I hear my voice on a video, then why the hell should I be writing?

when i was 10 or so, my mother smashed my dollhouse in front of my younger brother’s face because he’d been playing with it relentlessly. he was 5 or so. she made him sit on the terrace and face the bench where she’d smash my pastel plastic dollhouse into pieces. my brother loved that dollhouse. i loved that dollhouse. from then on, i never trusted my mother with my toys.