Train myself to really not give a fuck and just do my own thing. Fuck complaining. Fuck airing it out. Just leave it alone to fester and infect. Who gives a flying fuck right
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@theheartbreakkiidd21
Train myself to really not give a fuck and just do my own thing. Fuck complaining. Fuck airing it out. Just leave it alone to fester and infect. Who gives a flying fuck right
I don’t think about you any more.
But she continues to bring you up as if I am required to rent space in my head to you without cost our concern. It’s the way I know how I’ve been consumed by the monster of you, up there, but you don’t ever cross my mind. Because you live in my psyche. In the crevices of the scars that remain from our time together. You surface in the form of toxic thought patterns, a cold tone of voice that doesn’t sound like me speaking and a pettiness rooted deep in my core.
I hear you when she complains and find myself violently swallowed into a time and space I no longer exist but there you lie and back I am crushed by your lack of acceptance.
Maybe I haven’t changed much at all like I try and celebrate with the milestones i stumble upon. Maybe I am still the same.
The same version that loved you continues to love her just the same.
But such just can’t be true because the love I have for me today doesn’t resonate with the girl that desperately loved you.
― Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student
Image I.D.
November 5.
I have so much love in me
that I would like to cry;
End I.D.
While many things change in DnD, it's nice that some stay the same :)
you keep calling it healing, but all I see is how well you’ve learned to bleed quietly
smoking that shit that made them build a bear
For my next trick, I'm going the fuck back to bed
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why are all the actual real human jobs like baker and florist and childcare worker barely paying livable wages but the fake jobs like ai specialist boot licker or marketing campaign dick sucker making six figures
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
Naturally my most recent heartbreak has led me back here. And what a tragic road down memory lane it has been. That particular narrative has been one I have sang for the worst parts of the last decade😂 it is quite comical.
To my younger self,
I am so lucky that we have grown a tad since I was last here. And we are sober. 223 days clean baby
Fuck that bitch fr now I have to use this app instead of fucking twitter
You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.
Daniel Saint
Something absolutely distasteful (to me) is the inability to utilize and to grasp the full impact and meaning of words/phrases. And to continue to abuse and misuse them.
BE FOR FUCKING REAL