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i just want to rest my head on someone and finally breathe

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when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk
Don't go back to the same place where you lost your smile.
agar lowest point se bhi neeche koi jagah hoti hai , toh mai wahan hun
Idk this my first time living this life too

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my biggest red flag is that i’m always subconsciously prepared to spend the rest of my life alone.
being obsessed with your partner is so necessary for a healthy relationship. i can’t believe ya’ll made that corny. ego is insane.
they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.
I was little when I was told,
"Haste makes waste."
I almost believed it,
So I slowed down
and I thought and thought
more about the thought.
Oh! It's Tuesday again,
A bittersweet memory lane.
For almost a lifetime I preserved
The guilt absorbed under every nerve,
Remained still and stuck.
I pushed and pushed,
Until it quietly hushed.
It doesn't get any kinder,
Arrives with a cold reminder
Of moments I repent,
That I left texts unsent,
Sentences stopped on my lips,
And, oh, a friend lost.
Was it my fault?
If I thought,
Should I or should I not?
But I did it,
Almost.
So I know it's a curse
To think until it gets worse,
And when nostalgia calls my name,
Merely puts me to shame.
Yet I still cling to that fragile bit
When I say, "I almost did it."
Aware of knowing, it's never enough
Nostalgia lingers, its edges rough.
If I did it sooner, and a little more,
It wouldn't crush me to the core.
I wonder if thinking didn't mask the potential
I had also done something,
And the term almost
Would've never come close
To being alive.
you go to Cousins Beach every summer with your family friends. there are two flaming hot brothers who are a little bit older than you but not in a creepy way. you're really into one of them but you have braces and glasses and a french braid so obviously you're undateable trash. then suddenly one summer everyone congratulates you on becoming the sexiest person alive. you get invited to a ball immediately due to your newfound hotness. you put on your friend's slutty pink dress and go to a beach party because you're a hot girl now and that's what hot girls do. you have your first kiss with another guy in front of the brothers who are both starting to realize that actually they've always loved you for who you truly are inside. their mom keeps telling you that you're the prettiest person who's ever lived and that she wants you to marry both of them. you drink too many margaritas on the 4th of july. you kiss one of the brothers and he takes you to the ball. at the ball the brothers get into a fistfight mostly because their mom has cancer but also a little bit because of how hot you are. the mom dies. the brothers are obliterated by grief and it doesn't look like you'll be getting any action anytime soon. but you know one thing. there's nothing your beauty cannot fix. you are unstoppable. you are isabel conklin
I second that! Hahaha

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“When love whispers you don’t hear the commentary of society”
Few days back these were my words to my bestie, when she shared me a reel of fictional top tier man breaking the norms. It was just a normal comment exchange between very filmy girlies until my bestie replied how perfect these words sounded and I realized how these weren’t just words coming out from my mind, but this is exactly what we crave.
We crave for a getaway every day from our very rusty dusty life and we intend to find that getaway from that one single person in our life with whom we can forget the existence of this whole world. So let this post be a reminder to you, cherish the ones who makes you forget the scars on your heart, silences the echoes of world, shuts down your business of worries and makes you smile like the little kid with his favorite ice cream.
Don't forget to mention your THE ONE whose whispers lights up your day
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How in the world does someone write so well?????
sometimes i feel ive got to
run away
If not today, maybe tomorrow <3
You deserve a love that is calm with you, and waits for you silently. The love that you find peace within. For the longest of time I thought love should be adventurous and you should be doing crazy things in love, but the comfort in silence and the peace of knowing that they're just there, they exist, and maybe for simply loving you.
I found a filter on Instagram today. I don't know what it's called but it was something like, I would be given some options and I had to rate them out of ten and put them in an order, according to what I think of rating them.
I started with six, but then I thought what if this was the best one out of all the options they're going to give me? And then I have to rate something a ten which doesn't even deserves it. As I kept going on, I felt that each option was better than the previous one.
While I played this game, there came a thought of something similar. This is what we do our whole life, right? We always chase the better. A better place, a better job, a better friend, a better partner, better education and so much more...
It's not like chasing the better isn't right, but there are moments which deserves to be lived like a ten but we live it like a six, while seeking for something that deserves a ten.
I have a bittersweet relationship with numbers so let's make it easier.
While living the happiest of moments we think of, when we won't have them, and by the time passes we are left with handful of bitter regrets and blurry memories.
There is a term in Japanese "Natsukashi" which means longing for something nostalgic, for something that has gone but you still miss it.
Isn't that the case?
You miss childhood while being a teenager and at the same time you chase adulthood where you want to experience freedom and seek self-sufficiency and when adulthood hits, at the end of the day, it's you and our mother's lap against the world. A Human's life is so paradoxical and the constant chase of being better would never end, while living under the regret of leaving yesterday behind, but still not wanting to get it back. Perhaps now, in regret of not giving yesterday a ten I would I miss a ten today too.

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So much of a woman's life lived is a box of letters which neither gets posted or never reaches the right address. A box of letters which could've been decorated with stones and carved with beautiful designs, the letters could've been put in prettier envelope. Afar from all delusions and dreams, the letters are still kept in wheatish brown envelopes, torn corners and stains of rage, gathered layers of dust and incomplete stories inside. Some are just papers piled up without envelopes, uncovered and all ends torn.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.