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I am honestly too scared and fragile to live in this world someone please take me out

concept: i spend all morning planting flowers and spend all afternoon watching them grow. i realise i haven’t been afraid in a long, long time

The signs as the poetry of Sappho

Aries: "Of thunder, in my ears."

Taurus: "The greatest beauty earth can offer;"

Gemini: "—I have a childlike heart"

Cancer: “soft as she is”

Leo: "I desire and I crave."

Virgo: "—I conversed with you in a dream"

Libra: "the brightness and beauty of the sun."

Scorpio: "You burn me."

Sagittarius: "But all is to be dared,"

Capricorn: "bittersweet, undefeated creature–"

Aquarius: "Softer than rainfall at twilight,"

Pisces: "What means this passionate grief,—"

mythic-weapon

people: filled with sin dirt: filled with worms ( a good and righteous thing)

hatake

me: (has super negative thought)

me: thank you Captain Edge Lord can we please hear from someone else today

taemsgirl

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there she go

I don't mean to sound down on myself because I truly do believe that I am a beautiful and amazing miracle of life and love, but at the same time ...what am I good for? What separates me from anyone else? I don't even feel like a cog in the machine I feel like the machine itself. As I write these thoughts down I do realize that they are probably just the result of the harsh values of an individualistic and capitalist society being ingrained in my mind but I still can't help but wonder how much truth there is behind it. Who am I to face the universe?

#me #insecurities #capitalist concerns #ugh #wish i grew up separated from all these weird unnatural influences #internal conflict!#wars in my mind!#who am i?#whats my worth #why me

willow

Hand me a rose if u ever see me

Laying on my back in a field, gazing up at the mighty trees embracing the empty space around the sun; I’m thinking about decomposing and how comforting it will feel to sink into the earth and combine forces and to return to the home from which I came.

#me #thoughts #greenwitch #wicca

rata tootie

From The Mark on the Wall by Virginia Woolf (1917).

I had a bad dream last night and I can't remember a single thing that happened but I keep recalling this strange feeling of dread. Who's to say it was a dream.

#lol #...........................................................................................................................................#.........#i dont know where i am #and im losing my mind #lying facedown on the cold hard floor #so i could feel something maybe #me