My younger self would be so disappointed that we’re still here
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My younger self would be so disappointed that we’re still here
feel like crying and screaming and pulling my hair out, i hate being alive, i don't want to keep going, i just want to lay down and give up
can something good and pleasant happen to me now please
i am actually getting delirious like please
Into great silence
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heather havrilesky
12-29-24 7:19 am
It's morning.
I see cars on the highway through my window, I wonder what their lives are like.
I'm in a car myself.
I see them smiling. I see joy. I see life. I see lives.
It's evening.
I see cars on the highway through my window, I wonder if they're going home.
The emotions simmering in your chest—despair, anger, shame—were directed inward, entirely at your spirit. Regret is what happens when your actions fall short of your yearnings, and these days you regretted everything. You yearned and yearned and watched yourself do and say things you could not bear.
— Sean Michaels, Do You Remember Being Born: A Novel (Astra House, September 5, 2023)
The tantalizing thirst and yearn for knowledge and the deep seated grief you will never learn enough of anything, never know fully about anything.
~ me
what are rains if not collective electricity breakouts,
what are rains if not impromptu jam sessions,
what are rains if not yearning,
what are rains, if not romanticising the darkness of your room
what are rains if not nature quenching your soul's thirst,
what are rains.
you left me here, abandoned, illinois, 2017
Yves Olade, Belovéd