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the most consistent people in this life is emos who are over 23. they are really in it for the long run. no more fake bitches
Which is why I prefer this hellsite. It's got that old weird charm to it.
Will I always be the lover that is never loved?
A passing thought to those
I build foundations with.
A starting line for greater
Races to be run.
A chord echoed in a chorus
Where greater men have sung.
What is in my depths,
Nefarious and warding
To anyone in reach?
It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.
i mean at least i tried right
When the heart is heavy and hollow,
Surely it succumbs to the depths.
Look this beautiful baby
Relationship goals
And it was that day he became the dragon warrior
me: *tries to concentrate*
my last three brain cells:
We shouldve stayed single cell organisms
if you’re reading this i hope you find the strength to get through whatever it is that’s causing you so much trouble or pain at the moment
Am I lazy or is this another Depression Session™
don’t even get me started
thanks
I’m lashing out. These changes are more than anyone could have prepared me for. But was I ever really prepared? I use to stay calm until the pressure ignited my reactions into a fierseome reckoning for anyone with a pulse. And now? All is calm until it’s not. I’m not even aware of an issue until I lose my shit. I’m not the same person I use to be, but what is the cost of becoming? Have I always been this angry? Did I awaken a dormant titan when I chose this self-pursuit? Up and down. Up and down. My moods ebb and flow and there is no moon to control how far I venture. My career is centered around who we are and how we are out loud. And yet, I can’t seem to get a grip on myself. It’s like I catch the tail end of angers coat and with a single jerk, it’s gone before I can catch it. I don’t want to be him. In any hue in any shade. I want to be the man I wish I had known in my youth. And this isn’t some preconcieved notion of masculinity or how I should or shouldn’t be. This is the result of my thoughts left unchecked and untethered. How do I gain control of a behavior I have never successfully redirected?
Victorian female medical students
Looks like one of them had a really tough semester