After all this time? "Always"

var sc_project=6845750; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="331c36fb"; Alice. I crave a life worth living. An existence worth remembering. Experiences worth treasuring. I want my world to be a wonderland.

[sophie-poetry]

The parking spot is still there. I still slow down every time I pass it. Sometimes, I still expect to see you waiting for me. And for a second, everything feels the same. The place never changed. Only the people did.

Mine.

[closure]

[estrellah]

x

[duoseon]

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[04k96]

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[frachella]

https://www.instagram.com/frederikbillebrahe/

[crehate]

sue v

[lifeinpoetry]

when there is nothing I cannot remember, I carve myself back into myself

— Rosie Stockton, from "LOOSE ENDS," Fuel

[cottaqecore]

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[wovi]

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sandra cisneros

[04k96]

[saltyocean]

holly chippindale

[overclassy]

[repotting]

There is no true self. We're all just metaphors.

[repotting]

Like we're always just trying to translate and interpret ourselves, for ourselves and for others, we're constantly narrativizing in totally contradictory ways. We're too complex, and any encapsulation simplifies to the point of total falsehood. The map can't be the territory, so every explanation is billions of lies of omission. Contradictory narratives are both true and false, perspectives and contexts shift even if the facts themselves don't blur and fade over time as usually happens.

You're too big to have a "true self". A true self is too small to contain you.

[oatymilks]

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[alexhidalgu]

[overclassy]