በመንገዴ
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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@chesed_29
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Forwarded from Budapest dreams
i find it ridiculous how im seeing a lot of the straight identifying women on habesha twitter clout chase by pretending to be gay lately. and it's working, like howw?? of course you're lesbianism must be male gaze appropriate and you also have to talk about men or dick (which are the same the thing tbh) a lot afterwards
Forwarded from Mercy
Forwarded from 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞
Someone Who's Been Mentally Abused May...
- Constantly apologize
- Breakdown during small disagreements
- Need a lot of reassurance
- Struggle to put their guard down
- Be hypersensitive to criticism
- Hide their feelings
- Feel like they're "not enough"
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Forwarded from apparently i’m still alive (Mike)
apparently i’m still alive
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Bro we get it you posted it first😂 I wonder what you will be if you wrote it first
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Is wanting to be loved and cared for and longing for someone to stay a sin?
What is my life without them?
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Sometimes, healing consists of sitting in coffee shops and writing the years from your mind. Sometimes healing is laughing until you cry, it is kissing your friends faces and being moved and inspired by your life. And sometimes, healing is rest, it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time. Do not fight it. Whatever your healing looks like today, whatever it consists of-just allow it to be what it is. Just take care of yourself. -bianca sparacino
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Watch "Yanni The End Of August" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/PXpb_SCb9qw
Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
"And then after all that had happened she in whispers said to herself"one more time"...if only she had known that there was no more chance...no more trials...no more hoping...expecting....looking out for tomorrow to bring up the best...seeking for a lasting beatitude...or maybe a sign of it...nomore...and that felt numb on her part...and it was exactly like what that poet said she knew exactly that somehow numb was worse...at least she would have cried it out or shouted it or maybe even put up a fake smile... but nothing... she couldn't even move her lips...moving became rocket science...her heart and mind failed her...even in this they couldn't ally with her...the heart keeps beating and mind keeps thinking...if only they stopped...if only they had been the ones who will save her from the prison where she was trapped from finding ways to save her soul the pain she had caused it by expecting..."many would ask me why I wasted my life loving such a broken thing...why I hadn't chosen a simple girl from the sideways of the market rather than spending all life trying to fix a shattered soul...well here is why...I fell for her because her messiness was too enchanting...she made me think...she made me explore through her valleys...depths...oceans...galaxies...stars...she lured me in her authenticity....it was too late for me to escape...I was already drowning but happily..being suffocated calmly.. ...
-Yeab T🥀