The fear that comes along is worse, the more you know, the more you lose.
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"I live in a wounded world, and I know I am the wound: Earth destroying Earth with Earth."
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My only plan for this month is to get through my TBR list, for the love of God!!! At least 5.
Guess who is experiencing eye pain because it refuses to wear its glasses because it hates the frame?
π8
Be miserable until it gets exhausting, until even misery itself feels heavy to carry. Taste the darkness, the bitterness, until you start missing the light, until you crave the sweetness you once knew before it rotted away. Let it sink so deep that your bones ache, hold your breath in grief until you turn purple, until the numbness sets in and you finally realize this weight is proof youβre still alive that this whole thing has trapped you in ways you never thought it could. Getting out isnβt easy ik
At some point you get tired of being tired, and that exhaustion becomes the push. Discomfort is supposed to move us make us uncomfortable but somewhere along the way we forgot that. Sitting in misery is like sitting on something sharp the first sting should be enough to make you rise, but the longer you stay, the deeper it cuts and the more it convinces you that this is where you belong.
Sometimes you have to let yourself reach the bottom, to be fully worn out, fully broken, before you finally rise out of the misery, and the irony is when you take a peek, you see that you have lost so much giving life its excuses and you are stuck in the same way you were.
I need to let it sting again. I need it to wake me, think it did a bit because numbness has only kept me stuck.
I am tired of being tired, and maybe this is my turning point, the shove Iβve been waiting for.
When I look at the time I wasted and the things I lost, I finally see it clearly I am alive. And because I am alive, I have no choice but to make something out of it.
I canβt stay here anymore. Maybe the it will never leave me completely, maybe Iβll always carry pieces of it inside me,in the end, itβs me. And if I let myself down, then I lose everything and that will prove that I am not better and I deserve every bit of it, if I am not better.
At some point you get tired of being tired, and that exhaustion becomes the push. Discomfort is supposed to move us make us uncomfortable but somewhere along the way we forgot that. Sitting in misery is like sitting on something sharp the first sting should be enough to make you rise, but the longer you stay, the deeper it cuts and the more it convinces you that this is where you belong.
Sometimes you have to let yourself reach the bottom, to be fully worn out, fully broken, before you finally rise out of the misery, and the irony is when you take a peek, you see that you have lost so much giving life its excuses and you are stuck in the same way you were.
I need to let it sting again. I need it to wake me, think it did a bit because numbness has only kept me stuck.
I am tired of being tired, and maybe this is my turning point, the shove Iβve been waiting for.
When I look at the time I wasted and the things I lost, I finally see it clearly I am alive. And because I am alive, I have no choice but to make something out of it.
I canβt stay here anymore. Maybe the it will never leave me completely, maybe Iβll always carry pieces of it inside me,in the end, itβs me. And if I let myself down, then I lose everything and that will prove that I am not better and I deserve every bit of it, if I am not better.
β€5
My hair looks good when I am about to wash it.
Keber aywedeltem.
Keber aywedeltem.
π4
Scribe your soul out
Guess who is experiencing eye pain because it refuses to wear its glasses because it hates the frame?
βItβs better to have sight than to be both blind and ugly.β
Weshaπ
Weshaπ
π6
Coming to an age where my third molars are developing, that shit is painful as hell. I can't even eat much.
π3
Deep breathe.
Deep,deep breathe
but this time, you donβt swallow yourself in.
Deep,deep breathe
but this time, you donβt swallow yourself in.
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A guy tried to touch my hair today and said, "αα₯α΄α‘ααα’"
Thank God I was not in a good mood because I really let him have it, I love it when I am mean.
Thank God I was not in a good mood because I really let him have it, I love it when I am mean.
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Haha?
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The only relationship advice my friends get from me is.
Sometimes I stress over how to spend my lottery winningsβ¦
which is impressive, since Iβve never actually bought a ticket.
which is impressive, since Iβve never actually bought a ticket.
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