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هستی

i think the saddest thing about being self-aware is that you rarely get to blame your own heart ⸝⸝ you know when you’re being too sensitive. you know when you’re expecting too much. you know when you’re making a small thing bigger because something else already hurt. you can see the whole mechanism happening in real time, like you’re sitting in the audience watching yourself fall apart, and somehow knowing exactly what’s happening doesn’t make it hurt any less.

i love random little updates. “i saw a dog” “i’m eating” “look at this” yes. tell me everything.

i can be extremely independent and still secretly want someone to say ”i got you.“

‌ ‌෧ ‌ ‌ ‌frwd this msg & i’ll tell u what nickname i’d give u if u were my partner.

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