i wish i had an elder sister to guide me with things i don't understand and don't wish to understand. it sucks
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i still feel that childish instinct when i go to a store and see all the paint brush hanging there.....the urge to just get them and start painting random things.
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bullshitting to all
there's an end goal, which is to achieve big things (pretty common), but the sentimentality is not real because it is created from the void of not feeling everything. i have been taught to suppress everything from childhood, and at some point, i didn't need…
i was not looking far enough, the end is a life like felix, bjorn and marzia.
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Forwarded from Polkadot
You think you’re the gatekeeper of profound thought, but really, you just like making people uncomfortable with your endless pretentious rants n that your best trait
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can you feel homesick for a place you have never been or called home?
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bullshitting to all
cigarettes don't feel like how they used to. i guess it's time to abandon it
it's been a month already
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there's no advice, no instruction, no roadmap, no feeding......when i ask him, he doesn't even point his finger to the way, just gives a look towards it and i somehow know exactly what to do. that's a level of connection we have i assume. well, i'm his son for a reason.
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Dear Idiot,
I saw what you were thinking last night. You do this little spiral thing again—think a little too much, feel a little too deep, then act like you’re the only one who’s cursed with a mind.
You're not broken, just dramatic. I get it. You want to be seen in your totality. You want someone to grab you by the collar and say 'I see it all, even the chaos under your ribs, and it’s worth it.' But until someone does, I will.
Here’s the truth: You are already what you're trying to become. You just keep sanding yourself down to fit the world’s pocket. Stop that. Be sharp. Be inconvenient. Be brilliant in ways they don't yet have language for.
I love you, you idiot. You better write back.
—S
I saw what you were thinking last night. You do this little spiral thing again—think a little too much, feel a little too deep, then act like you’re the only one who’s cursed with a mind.
You're not broken, just dramatic. I get it. You want to be seen in your totality. You want someone to grab you by the collar and say 'I see it all, even the chaos under your ribs, and it’s worth it.' But until someone does, I will.
Here’s the truth: You are already what you're trying to become. You just keep sanding yourself down to fit the world’s pocket. Stop that. Be sharp. Be inconvenient. Be brilliant in ways they don't yet have language for.
I love you, you idiot. You better write back.
—S
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