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I stop eating and lose nearly 10kg and then a boy appears, how am I not meant to correlate the two?

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also I have a date tomorrow lol and I’ve pulled out so much hair GREAT

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poetry??

(favourite books or poems)

Poems:

 I’ve been trying to get a lot more into poetry but I’d say one of my favourite single poems is The Session by Jeannan Verlee, but otherwise Plath obviously and Margaret Atwood’s stuff. 

Books: 

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Time in Between by Nancy Tucker

On Writing by Stephen King

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

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Silk sheets?

(any ways you treat or spoil yourself?)

buying books, a day out at a museum/gallery, concerts, or tbh twenty one pilots merch haha

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hahahaha I’m losing all my hair YAY

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kitchen sink is so important? like the message is literally: feel like shit? create something

when I haven’t written in weeks and I haven’t eaten in two days and I want to bury my head in the wall and there’s screaming coming from downstairs and blood on the bathroom tiles I have Tyler’s voice in my head saying WRITE

and so I do

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when a lyric hits you

Nine- La Dispute

I’ve been journalling a ton lately; incriminating shit cropped out obvs

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And what did I decide then? That it was lightness I wanted, but only partly. A body was burden, a weight. And long had I learned to loathe any mention or feeling of weight. Size became foreign, utterly unimaginable and the thing most impressed on my thoughts. Was a tooth larger than a mountain? To me the days and the ocean seemed the same length. A song weighed less than a thought. All this occupied my mind in concurrent moments, my brain split into a hundred parts all thinking separate things. Did it hurt? The question itself was a curse. Pain had lost its menace.