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[zzuee]

I am not tired of living ,

I am tired of living like this.

[moonlight-dove]

David Benioff, Troy

// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

[scorpionlafemme]

[shitbl0gger]

[joytri]

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

[zzuee]

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[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

[through tears] yeah i remain whimsical

[bambiali]

[zzuee]

me in a nutshell.

[hauteavocation]

Insta: @majashanstyle

[zzuee]

reminder to self ♡

[yourlilbrunette]

[zzuee]

This.

[zzuee]

Theory:

Burn the Boats

When a person gives their all to Plan A simply because they don't have any Plan B to rely on.

[In Video: Tam Kaur talking about the Theory of Burning the Boats]

This is what i am going to do. Going all in and working hard till my Plan A returns to me as A++

You can do it!

goodluck 🤞🏽✨

[poemsonmars]

it's like i'm lying

in the bottom

of an empty well

and i'm so certain that

i could cry enough tears

to fill it back up

and swim myself out

but i just... lie there instead.

some days i don't even

feel worthy of drowning.

-mars

[zzuee]

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[maybe-itsforthebest]

- j (x)

[zzuee]

[hope-ur-ok]

Visit Original Link

something something about romanticizing escapism (my thoughts on this mashup are not currently coherent)

[zzuee]

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[poemsonmars]

my doctor wants me to

write about my trauma,

as if the thought alone

doesn't make me physically sick.

as if i don't spend every poem

trying not to write about him.

i don't want to write about

how he's still controlling my life.

how even all the years,

and all these miles later,

all it takes is someone

mentioning his name

to make me nauseous.

and angry. and terrified.

i am tired of being terrified.

she asks me where in my body

i feel the trauma the most

and i tell her everywhere.

i tell her if it was

localized to one area,

i would have cut it off by now.

i feel it everywhere.

like when you take too deep

of a breath and everything hurts

for a minute, but indefinitely.

i don't know what i did

to hurt indefinitely.

-mars

[zzuee]

happy fuckin father's day i guess 😀

[poemsonmars]

breathing has gotten

harder again lately.

i'm not sure if it's the

gaping hole in my chest

where their love used to be,

or the fact that i'm alone again

and the depression has found

its way back into my rib cage.

or maybe it's the smoking.

i hate that i've fallen back into

all of my bad habits so quickly,

but it's the only way

i know how to survive.

i don't know why life insists

on teaching me lessons

but i hope the next one

is learning how to rest.

-mars