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i wish to cri to sleep in a warm embrace

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and i know people mean well when they give employment advice but god damn some of them its like "did you try submitting your resume to a place that is hiring" fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no kidding. shit. ive just been printing them out and eating them. yeah thanks i'll try that

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you know what i really need rn, a warm hug to sleep to. someone to wrap their arms around me, and drown me in their embrace for me to cry silently and just drift to sleep in their arms. i crave to hear another person's heart beating close to my eardrums, and feeling in sync with my own.

i don't want words of comfort. I just badly need a hug. i wish to be hugged, and able to cry and having the other person just let me do it without question or concern. just let me cry and hug you.

i want it from you, but that's a request even you can't fulfill yet.

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the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

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the mistake people coming from twitter or reddit make is thinking tumblr is a social media, when it's actually the new pdf

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Just overheard two teenaged boys at the front door of their friend’s house. One was on the phone and gently said, “Oh, did you just wake up?” And the other one yelled “OPEN UP, FUCKNUGGET!” while slamming his hand on the door. I gotta say I love the friendship dynamic

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it's those hours of the day where I wished someone could reach deep into this well I'm in, and gently caress my heart and ask if i I need a hug. without me asking for it

don't get me wrong, he does it. this is unrelated to him. he loves hard. he really does. and I appreciate and love him back as much as I receive it. though, sometimes I feel that he wins on that part. I'm still learning to be vulnerable, and holding back to. Because I know I shouldn't go more, as we should have our boundaries. and I try my best to uphold that. Grounding us in our beliefs.

but this feeling, is one that has been here before. always here, but hidden most of the time. those I've loved from way back, yet it feels like I'm often begging for their love. funny how I know this feeling is a moment. I'm fine most of the time. I get it. I get that the love I have for them, isn't something that could be replicated. that goes to all of us floaters. and it's understandable. but when this feelings hits, it hurts nonetheless.

I'll be fine again, in a bit. or tomorrow. whenever this feeling decides to go back into it's hiding. it's a feeling I could never diminish. So I'll sit in it, and just take in the waves crashing onto my shore.

This is okay, and I'm not faking it. It really is. It will be fine again.

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I've cried my lungs out alone, cursing my fate countless times. I cried until i couldn't breathe. why, why, why. why me. why me. why me.

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some days, i feel like this is it. I've lived life enough, maybe this is where it ends. Maybe my story has reached it's climax, and what comes next is the fall. maybe my time is soon. whether it is by my soul leaving, or this timebomb has finished it's countdown.

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is the next chapter gonna be my fall, or my resolve? I pray it's the latter.

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blind hope is all i have

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on a constant mood of 'i want to unexisttttt' and 'life is kinda nice'

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Write a story in which a character forgets it's their birthday. You'll have to come up with a distraction big enough to make this believable.

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do you all like me? do i blog well?

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I'm exhausted, my eyes ache, my head sleepy; but for some damn reason my mind is trying it's best to stay awake 😩 for what, why is it doing thatttt. it's like fighting for it's life (staying awake). bruv could you cooperate please, everyone else is tired

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oooooooh I'm itching to write, might try this one

"If I don't reply by tomorrow, then consider me dead." It's been two years since you got that message, and you haven't seen them since. Suddenly, your phone lights up: "Sorry, that took longer than I thought."