#uttu relates

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Of course I can do it alone.

I always do.

I"ve learned how to carry

groceries, pain, memories, solitude, compliance

sometimes all at once.

I"ve figured out how to untangle things

no one else noticed they were knotted.

I answer my own questions,

fight my own doubts,

cheer myself

when the silence is too loud.

People say, "You're so strong,

like it's a gift,

not something I built brick by brick

when no one showed up.

But yes, I can do it alone.

I just wish

I didn't always have to.

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Feels like watching a part of myself unravel. I know what it’s like to keep things bottled up, to play along with what’s expected, until suddenly it’s all too much and I can’t hold it in anymore. In that moment, it’s not just Ved’s pain, I feel my own confusion, frustration, and longing to be understood. It’s exhausting trying to be someone I’m not, and when everything spills out, it’s terrifying.

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sorry for taking pictures of everything i just have a fear of forgetting all of the beautiful memories i’m creating

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but the strange thing about pain is that it can make the world disappear, but it can also open a magnificence inside your body, a terrible magnificence that makes you feel infinite, as if you're blasting out in all directions, hurtling towards the stars.

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i really hate thinking “okay let me show less love” “let me not care soo much” i hate that feeling. i should never have to feel that way. my purest form is loving hard and caring hard. that’s just how i am

stay pure and remember walking away from those who don’t appreciate you isn’t giving up, it’s putting yourself first. never show less love because someone didn’t know how to reciprocate it.

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Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.' Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don’t have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

- Kafka

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you give off loverboy energy with a side of unhinged psychopathy. interesting combination, btw.

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Loves like a poet, thinks like a philosopher and laughs like a child

Another description of mine that i think really fits.