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i do not need reminders to hate everything.
Adoration I (ca. 1910), by Norwegian-Danish sculptor Stephan Abel Sinding.
i guess. journal entry
you said it was a ghost story. it isnât. itâs a love story.
eu tenho medo de decidir ouvir minhas partes que doem e elas nunca mais pararem de berrar
Ă pra frente que se anda
mas às vezes då vontade de parar num cantinho, se encolher e ficar.
âSometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives Iâm not living.â
â Jonathan Safran Foer // Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
i am every bit of the woman you feared i would become. i am still figuring out if i am sorry for it or not.Â
-who i am; 25 words.
Aww, shit, Iâm sorry - does my difference scare you? I know thereâs been some distance and time since the last time we spoke - and donât worry, I didnât forget the way your eyes choked when I told you a few labels that I related to that might help your brain categorise me into a box in society, not because Iâm loud or proud - but because you asked me to. Iâm sorry if I misconstrued, but when you asked, I swallowed my fears and pulled my walls down and shared with you. But I could see as I was speaking you couldnât compute, it didnât fit in with your point of view. I felt that familiar lump in my throat of instant regret and wished so hard that Iâd kept it on mute, kept it inside. Itâs like a silent threat I never meant to make lingered in the air between us and I wished I could just hide. Even though you nodded your head and told me I should have told you sooner with a smile on your face there was a tinge to the energy that cannot be erased. I feel it emanating off you every time Iâve seen you since, which, come to think of it, hasnât been much. There are many reasons that people can lose touch but I wonder sometimes if itâs because I am too much? Too much for some people to process and accept and deal with. Does my difference make you feel weird? Iâm really sorry bout that, but you wanna hear something really queer!? Itâs youâre indifference that makes me fucking scared. Youâre out here raising children in a world that is constantly changing and rearranging. Progressing and regressing. Breathing and dying and what you find most terrifying is a human that youâve known for years suddenly doesnât fit into whatever your definition of normal is, thatâs where your fears are lying? Whatever makes you feel comfortable, Iâm the opposite and thatâs what hits you like a bullet? I kinda wish I could tell you weâre all on the same team and the energy youâre putting into that fear that you try so hard to hide isnât gunna help us on this wild ride! Weâre all in this together my old friend, in the end - itâs not what separates us that will save us from this weather, and the corruption and the mess and the destruction and distraction that comes with the society weâre living in. No - itâs not the differences that are scary. Itâs the fact that humans cannot evolve enough to put them aside and join together to protect the planet we ideally would like to inhabit for longer than the next 30 or so years, if weâre lucky. So swallow your fears, friend, because different as we all may be, we are all one with humanity, and thatâs where we really need to be. United. Please donât let the differences divide us. Now is not the time.
Somebody that my 20something repressed ass used to know // ©ïž@rarasworldbro
"There are many reasons that people can lose touch but I wonder sometimes if itâs because I am too much? Too much for some people to process and accept and deal with. Does my difference make you feel weird? Iâm really sorry bout that, but you wanna hear something really queer!? Itâs youâre indifference that makes me fucking scared."
âEu te aconselho a nĂŁo se apaixonar por mim. Sou complicada, possessiva e paranĂłica. E nĂŁo tenho nada para te oferecer, alĂ©m das minhas crises e constantes mudanças de humor.â
â Christiellen Pinto.Â
âDesculpa meu jeito, meu mal jeito, falta de jeito.â
â Caio Fernando Abreu.Â
âEm alguns dias sou silĂȘncio, em outros sou ruĂdo, mas em todos sou amor.â
â Esbravejadora  (via amoravel)