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heavy rain, my beloved
god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies
crazy how if you do your chores and obligations first thing on a day off you can enjoy your free time more than if you feel like you’re procrastinating your chores and obligations the whole time. i will not be learning from this experience
YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN HANDLE CRITIQUE. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN EMBRACE BEING TOLD YOU WERE WRONG. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH UNPLEASANT TASKS. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN DELIVER DISAPPOINTING NEWS. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU KNOW HOW TO BE DISAGREED WITH. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN BE CORRECTED. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU CAN BE TOLD YOU MESSED UP. YOU ARE A REGULAR GUY. YOU ARE ABLE TO DO HARD THINGS.
the guy who designed scythes definitely knew that shit was badass. he didnt care about wheat
Letter to ....
you have left me alone and im not angry at that, i know you have work to do, and you dont really owe me anything you are not obligated to keep me in one piece that is too much of a responsibility for one person so i freely let you go. In your absence, in my aloneness, just spending time with this person that is me, i am confronted with the(an) emptiness, the steel bars of a cage, the walls ive built oh so high, that surround me on every side, i start to see these clearly, its not like they were never there they were always there but i let you in, i let you in and you sat in that space with me, and instead i looked at you, talked to you, and well the walls, the steel. it all momenteraly left my attention, and maybe ypu could say i forgot for lack of a better word. But you were never meant to stay with me here forever, youve got your own house, you own rooms, things to do outside of these walls and i understand that. But when you come back, give me time, time to adjust to another human being being in the room, like how one adjust their vision to the light after being in the dark, i have been staring at these walls the whole time, prodding at my gaping wound, holding on to these steel bars, and its as if silence is all ive ever known, when you come back give me time to adjust to your presence, give me time to cover up my wound, to refocus my eyes, to untangle myself. bear with me will you?
Rhye - The Fall
A loneliness of my choosing, I am 23 and not 16,17,18, I no longer have strict parents who keep me away from the outside world, who keep me inside the house, shackle me with fear no, i am in my single room in another country, far from their judging eyes, i no longer have to ask for permission and yet i am still in my room, still alone nothing much has changed, not in the way i thought it would atleast. someone once said "that if you are raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. You will find him even when he is not there". And maybe thats why I am back here, writing. I thought this account was just a figment of my past, kept as some sort of archive, frozen in that time, i would sometime come here for comfort look at my old posts in moments whereby i feel closest to her, the girl that owned this little space of the internet and i would look from a distance as if she is not me, but i dont know in this moment i realise that we no different really, the loneliness, isolation that was once felt forced upon me, I still continue it, the angry man is in this house also, the loneliness is still in this house.
Maybe i have made peace with it.
damn kinda not feeling it... thinking of bursting into tears
my anxiety pisses me off so bad GIRL SHUT THE FUCK UUUUUUUUUP
the way i want to love and be loved is so unbearable
sorry for acting weird. that was me following my heart
okay. enough jokes. i'd like to take shelter in the warmth of your gaze now
im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains
This isn’t just a blog, it’s a museum of my thoughts.
Goodnight