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@vee-morozova
i feels like there’s something missing in me that the rest of the world has and it’s not fair
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
on being seen
"To Be Seen" - Searows // El Greco painting // Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents - Lindsay C. Gibson // Fayum Mummy Portrait // "Nature Poem," When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities - Chen Chen // El Greco painting // "Sweet Fruit" - Erin LeCount
when its getting bad again but you can‘t talk to anybody about it so you lowkey just sit there and let your thoughts consume you
I want to be heard (doesn’t speak) I want to be understood (doesn’t explain) I want to be seen (acts like if a missing person was right in front of everybody)
god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies
“they’re just looking at each other” you could not begin to understand the complexities involved in looking at each other
[ID: an excerpt from ‘Memory,’ a poem by Evelyn Graham Frost
“I dreamt I drank the colour of your voice;”]
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were.
I get it, I can be a jerk. That's why all of my friends are rocks.
In another universe, we could admit our shared feelings for each other. In another universe, we weren't too afraid to be vulnerable with one another.