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styofa doing anything

if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
noise dept.
Misplaced Lens Cap


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trying on a metaphor

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Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ą° )
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ą° )

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firm believer you can't be a ''good person''. too much niuance to life.
you can be good (adjective) but you cannot be good (identity)
if you think you are good (identity) you are more likely to cause harm as you don't consider yourself to be capable of it
The thought of scientists existing in fantasy settings is so funny to me like, to prove that literally anything is caused by anything, you'd have to rule out the evil orb of Moxixs, the sacred forest of Treez, the third moon's blessing phase, all 25 divines of the several pantheons of the world personally interfering to mess with you, and like so so much else
its not even a stretch to think a woman with a blog may carry a curse or hex within her
unlearn shame. then with all the new space in your brain you can learn something cool. like you can learn how to read braille. or you can learn how to make chocolate mousse. you can do anything really

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Be sincere, be eager but calm, be inquisitive, and be integral. Thatās it. The entire world is full of friends with this recipe.
hey man everyone loved how convenient and easily forgettable you were on earth. u were the least inconvenient person out there. my buddy told me you were super helpful and nice and didn't take up any space and just slid away from their mind as soon as they stopped looking at you. it was really impressive how little of an impression you made on anyone. sucks that it didn't save you man.
i tore the safety net myself, strand by strand, chewed through it like something feral that didnāt want saving. now thereās nothing beneath me, just the long drop and the sound of my name forgetting how to echo. it used to mean something when i said it. now it dissolves in my mouth before it ever reaches the air.
my eyes wonāt stay shut anymore. they peel open, raw, dragging in a world that wonāt blur no matter how hard i beg it to. everything is too sharp, too realālike broken glass pressed behind my ribs, shifting every time i breathe. i can feel it cutting me open from the inside, slow and deliberate, like it has nowhere else to be.
my hands donāt belong to me anymore. they wander like grave robbers, digging for something buried just beneath the surfaceāpulse, vein, proof. i need proof iām still here. something that says this body isnāt just a hollow thing pretending to live. but all i find when i search myself is rot, something soft and ruined where something vital should be.
the fire i built to survive eats like it hates me. it doesnāt warmāit consumes. it licks bone clean, leaves nothing worth keeping, and still i curl around it like a dying thing, pretending warmth and ruin are the same. pretending i chose this. pretending iām not afraid of how easily it could finish the job.
the storm never passes. it lives in my lungs, howls when i breathe, floods when i speak. i am soaked through with it, heavy with something i canāt set down. even silence isnāt quietāit just waits, thick and suffocating, for me to make the mistake of thinking iāve escaped it.
i tried to outrun what i became, but it walks in my skin, wears my teeth, calls itself me. it knows all the ways to stay hidden in plain sight. i canāt scrape it out, canāt bleed it clean, canāt carve far enough to reach whatever i was beforeāif there ever was a before.
now i am something wicked with time, something worn thin, like a blade that forgot what it was meant to cut. dull, but still dangerous in the wrong hands. and still, i keep falling, like i deserve the ground. like there was never anything meant to catch me in the first place.

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what nobody tells you about weekends is that itās already monday
If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
Oh hey! Havenāt seen this in forever! Didnāt reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.