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every once in a while my brain cells kiss and i experience critical thought
WHY do I miss him still
I work three jobs now all day everyday, I don’t have a day off except saturdays. I have plenty of friends and love, but something is still empty
If your gf/bf/bff needs reassurance on how you feel, just give it to them. We’re humans and go through shit. It’s nice to feel wanted.

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Some of you will see the warning on q-tips saying “don’t insert into ear canal” and take it seriously like some kind of chump. They want your ears full up so you can’t hear the world around you. My shits so polished clean I can hear the constant shriek of the earth turning on its axis.
I have tinnitus
“You thrill me with such unexplainable intensity where I am so engrossed to you. The language of my love speak only to your lips, and into your lips, I am melting slowly with just your simple touch, the simplicity in your eyes, the gentle cadence of your innocence. All of me is repeated like the petals of fire finding the words that truly embrace the warmth into your heart.”
— Chuck Akot, Tout de moi est répété
we talk a lot abt overstimulation here but there’s rly something to be said for how bad the very specific skin-crawling “if something doesn’t happen in the next thirty seconds im going to set myself on fire just to give me something to do” hell of understimulation is

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I will drive a thousand miles
in my dreams tonight & with
my hands stuck in midnight,
the clouds will melt the sky -
I was counting stars when I
should have been counting
on you - am I more than a
feeling yet? I still remember
every word you’ve ever said to
me, but I would ruin any day
just to spend more long
nights with you
What happens when you stop being reckless and doing crazy things? You stop having good stories to tell. But you do grow up as a person - not in an age way but in a sensibility way and I think I’m okay with that trade off. Also, I can create stories from scratch and don’t need real life inspiration for that, so I guess I always will have good stories to tell anyway.
Just remember I did that shit with a clean heart. If you can’t see how much I’m worth , that’s your issue honey, not mine.
I’m fr about to cry guys I wanna do this so bad 😭 you gotta be 21 tho and the closest program is an hour and a half away but idc I still wanna do it. Reading about what they do to help made me a little misty eyed I can’t lie

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I got things I ever imagined and the things I never wanted
But I still say I got everything
I got myself, the beautiful broken me
Withered and here are my pieces
Every shattered part is unique and have its own story
These wrecked crystals sing a nightmare every rainy day
It have been collected in a bucket as poetry
When the sun dips down and you call it dawn
That’s where I begin with another story of my broken pieces.
Me: hey you fucking abused me
My abuser: