everytime i think im getting better the sadness comes back and hits me like a truck
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i would've texted you again but you seemed so unbothered by my absence, and that killed something inside of me.
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βIs there no way out of the mind?β
β Sylvia Plath.
β Sylvia Plath.
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i always feel like iβm on the verge of being abandoned like if im not constantly interesting & perfect & fun & react perfectly everyone will reject me. like i have to constantly Perform to justify my existence
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Forwarded from Of My Own Volition
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
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Forwarded from ζ | π₯ππ
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πππΎπβΛ (Clairo)
being kept around, but not fully chosen, has to be the most draining and confusing thing ever.
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that moment when you burst into tears in your room and you realize that no one knows how unhappy you are
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What doesnβt kill you erases your childhood memories and takes away your ability to accept physical touch
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