Realizing that I don't have hobbies or interests per se,but seem to poses "reality escapes"; in which I take asylum from the real world, and hide from the crushing weight of existence.
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Realizing that I don't have hobbies or interests per se,but seem to poses "reality escapes"; in which I take asylum from the real world, and hide from the crushing weight of existence.
This also includes having a "favourite person" to obsess about, and accumulating so much information about their life, I could imagine myself as a part of it, or imagine them as an extension of me.
sometimes I have so much love inside me, it's over whelming... like it feels like I'm going to just spill, in a good way though.
Forwarded from شیرکاکائو دامداران. (parnian)
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محیا.
چونکه تولدشه.