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9/27/24

I’ll throw myself into work

and dissolve like a sugar cube

under the tongue of life.

Maybe I was always meant to disappear.

Into something. Instead of someone.

Anything to forget you.

#writingthestorm #original poetry #mywriting #mypoetry #dissacociation #distraction #heartbreak #love #poetry

cannibalchicken

shecomesshecomes

So often women are told to suppress their anger. We are stereotyped as rude, belligerent, & confrontational for showing it. It's why Nynaeve is so empowering. She feels her emotions incredibly deeply. I love Nynaeve for her empathy & compassion, but also for her righteous justified rage.

brightlotusmoon

I found photos of those Pallas Cat kittens born this year and bye I'm deceased

curlicuetruth

why do these kittens have the exact same energy as a nest of baby owls

sanguine-tenshi

@curlicuetruth you are very right

curlicuecal

chibird

I feel like the last few years have been a lot of change for me. I didn't realize how much I had grown until I looked back, so our little ghostie friend is here to remind us.

Chibird store | Positive pin club | Instagram

feral-ballad

Andrew McMillan, from Pandemonium; “swan”

[Text ID: “mother don’t eat me / mother I’m trying so hard / to get better”]

moonlightsdreaming

Mercury Star Power!

lordknightmon-deactivated202405

cannot stress enough if you have chest hair how important it is to unbutton your shirt enough to show it off

hitmewithcute

Am I the good boy? Really??

lloonlloon

I mean this in the most sincere, heart-filled-with-love way, this dog looks like a worm on a string

sailor-moon-rei

by jiji_zizidolce // part 2

art republished with artist’s permission

wonderstruck

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

#the wheel of time #the fires of heaven

I spent years and I mean years trying to be closer to my family.

Hours in the sun devoted to washing cars, shining tires and spraying the weeds…to earn an approving look from my father.

I would wait expectantly on the stoop for my cousins…thinking we’d all go on a hike together soon. Except they’d already left and forgot to tell me.

Novels worth of text messages between my older sisters. Forever a listening ear to their troubles and triumphs. I’d make sure my clothes weren’t too revealing, my makeup not too done so as not to intimidate them.

And still at 29 years old I sit with the age old ache.

Why don’t they like me? And why am I bending over backwards to get to know people who don’t care to know me at all?

#tired all the time #estrangedadults #journaling #depression #anxiety #self love #codependency #alone together

everytimeyousaygoodbye

Somedays, my existence feels like a burden on my sheets, dark blue smudged ink, and on some my existence slips through my own palms......................