i guess everyone give up loving me
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i guess everyone give up loving me
“I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.”
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People with mixed music taste have the right personality for anything
grow your own garden. don’t look at others. you don’t need to plant the same flowers to have a beautiful one.
“She wanted to say ‘Don’t leave me,’ but she couldn’t do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her.”
— Kristin Hannah, The Nightingale (via theliteraryjournals)
no offense but I look forward to having a healthy way of thinking and coping and living
my personal curse is the knowledge that I function best with rigid structure and strict routine but am almost totally incapable of independently establishing or maintaining that structure and routine
I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
when the fuck will i be ok
The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.
Every time I see you I want to write poetry. My mother once picked out all the letters from alphabet soup and said - this is how you’ll tell her. You’ll ache to the point you make something new.
Metacognition; an awareness of one’s own cognition. The process of thinking about thinking. Knowing about knowing. Being aware of one’s own awareness.
[does normal stuff but in a manner that makes it obvious there is something wrong with my brain]
It’s not about your age it’s about what u went through
I didn’t grow up with role models, I grew up with people I never wanted to be like
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.