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my brain has 47 open tabs and none of them are helpful

i have the heart of a lover with the soul of a hater and the mind of somebody with really great tits

i often feel like i have to apologise for existing

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it’s from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

when Florence Welsh said “What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love I don’t like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I’m being crushed”

im on the council of “buy myself a little treat.” And buddy, the motion passes 5-1