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not now honey, mommy’s yearning for something that once was and will never be again

i have a terminal illness and its called i dont want to work a job

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc

i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth

good morning how do i kill the yearning before it kills me

i was meant to be someones spoiled and mischievous house cat

i want to exist only at night when everything is calm

avoidance has saved me from everything it's also killed me a hundred million times

ohhhh i get it now. the little seed of loneliness i’ve carried with me since i was five will never go away

how am i supposed to relax when there are things

no i dont think women starving themselves and reconstructing their entire faces with makeup and plastic surgery is feminism and female empowerment

what if I decide to let the joy slowly creep into my life the same way dread does…… what then